A story of two brothers
who drove a knife into a tree.
Silver meant life.
Rust meant death.
I never had a knife
but I did have a friendship bracelet.
A beautiful butterfly.
On the top, it looked pretty.
But no one saw how
its pretty silver color
was fading to a rusty copper.
As the silver shifted to rust,
I remembered the story.
My friendship was dying. I could see it.
And yet... it only turned rusty
on exactly half
of the butterfly.
Maybe I could save this.
So I tried to be a better friend.
It worked.
I can't believe it worked.
The rust faded back to silver.
There are still some traces of rust
but no friendship is perfect.
And I am okay with that.
Yet now,
beneath the silver,
I see grey.
Dark, unmoving grey.
Solid rock.
The story doesn't say what to do
about grey.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 12:44 AM UTC
A story of two brothers
who drove a knife into a tree.
Silver meant life.
Rust meant death.
I never had a knife
but I did have a friendship bracelet.
A beautiful butterfly.
On the top, it looked pretty.
But no one saw how
its pretty silver color
was fading to a rusty copper.
As the silver shifted to rust,
I remembered the story.
My friendship was dying. I could see it.
And yet... it only turned rusty
on exactly half
of the butterfly.
Maybe I could save this.
So I tried to be a better friend.
It worked.
I can't believe it worked.
The rust faded back to silver.
There are still some traces of rust
but no friendship is perfect.
And I am okay with that.
Yet now,
beneath the silver,
I see grey.
Dark, unmoving grey.
Solid rock.
The story doesn't say what to do
about grey.
this is a true story. I do have a friendship bracelet and it did fade to a copper color on exactly half of the back of the butterfly. also, in case you're wondering, the story is a reference to the story "The Two Brothers" by the Brothers Grimm. just be careful cause there are multiple "Two Brothers" stories if you look it up.
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