𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸: 𝘮𝘱100.

𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒹'𝓈 𝑀𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒾𝒹𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑒

Apologies for the short hiatus, I'm back baby!

The analog clocked ticked a tad too loud.

Multiple articles of machinery beeped, chimed, clacked, and sounded.

Her heart beat.

Her heart beat louder.

And louder.

"Hey auntie.. I wanna know something."

"Yes? Lay it on me, dear."

"How come those pretty butterflies live such short lives.? I think that beauty needs to live longer, to show the world that hope is still reachable!" Y/n shot her little arm in the air like a bullet, twirling her body around as her flowy F/C gown circled her small frame like a mellow windmill on a not-so windy day.

"To put it easily, it's due to the mean predators that come after them, taking them down one by one like child's play. In some cases, it's simply because their lifespan has reached its fullest extent, and the time for them to pass has caught up with them.."

"Oh."

Y/n shuddered.

"I see."

Y/n's dear auntie had become a butterfly.

A victim to the extent of life's cruelty.

A butterfly whom never spread her wings.

And now, she wouldn't ever be able to.

Y/n stared mindlessly into the white blanket in front of her, it covered her aunt, her dead aunt.

For so long, the one thing she feared most had come to fruition at last, so what would she do with herself from then?

Akin to instinct, her eyes fell to the floor as her vision began to blur, was she going to cry? When was the last time she did cry?

Of course she was going to cry.

She remembered the last time she cried.

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Plasma.

Flesh.

Bones.

Blood.

Tears.

The odor of a rotting corpse.

No, multiple.

A smaller Y/n didn't move, she didn't gulp, and her eyes lie lifeless on the pearly white walls, now submerged in a dripping crimson substance.

No one else's fault.

She couldn't bring herself to regret it.