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butterflies are short lived




it was her eyes that mesmerized him. 



dark brown as they eagerly waited for the butterfly to flap its wings. rejoiced with warmth when it did. eyes that reflected the soil beneath her feet or the strength of the surrounded trees. a brown sapphire too rare to find. those two orbs that contained the whole of cosmos in their own, secrets far too dear to disclose. 



he knew she was unearthly, long before he knew the true meaning of that word.



something about her existence caressed his and not sparing his mind a second to process, he was standing before the one that could both save and … destruct him.  



“hi!” she beamed at him, struggling with a strand that fell out of her braid.



he stayed silent. it was a defense mechanism picked up from years of not being heard.



“do you know what this is?” she held up the butterfly that was cocooned in her baby palms.



he gave the tiny creature a quizzical look and again, focused his attention on her.

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