Inspirations (Oneshots)

Night Butterfly

It's a late night, i am at a wedding...

It's always a nice event, but when you have little to no friends around with you, it quickly begins to drag along, and slowly but surely becomes boring...

I need to breath a bit... I'm going out, on the parking.

Outside, there is a cute young couple dancing like in a 80's lovers movie.

There's a rock, away from everything, in the corner, just perfect.

I sit.

Nobody, no sound, just the fresh and soulful atmosphere.

I take a long nice breath, and the air smells and feels like pure nature...

I get up, and slowly, randomly, walk on a small gravel path that was running along the grassy parking.

The feeling of recharging my natural batteries is even more present and true.

I close my eyes to better appreciate the moment and the calm, healthy and peaceful energy that is surrounding and slowly infiltrating me.

Suddenly, I feel a sweet tickle on my fingertips.

I open my eyes and see a beautiful white butterfly, crawling slowly from my purple nails, towards my hand.

I wait for my eyes to adapt to the darkness, my beloved friend, where every magical things happens.

When i look again, i can clearly see all the beautiful details which the magnificent insect is provided with.

On the snowy white wings, there are some shiny feather-shaped motives, in a light brown to gold gradient, like a golden ornememt on a XVIIIth century castle.

The body is very thin, shiny and black, all the way long, and the two antennas are moving unsurely, inspecting, sometime hitting my skin.

Now that i fully admire this adorable artwork of a life, i also notice, on the right wing, a tear, that for the human eye, looks like a very short scrap, but, when i pay fully attention to it, actually represents an important, deep and real harm.

As i realize this, i remark that the little poor insect is moving really slowly, barely stood on its tiny legs.

At this very moment, i take now the full consciousness of the endeavors, fights, and travels this small and weak life form has been through.

The little insect is, by its attitude, its scars, its beauty, telling me the whole story.

These moments don't need words.i suddenly feel the power of the universal natural communication, the ability of every single species to understand others, and that us, the although ultra connected humans, have lost.

Back to the agonizing reality poorly crawling on my hand, i firstly look for a tree, and drop a droplet from one of the leaf, onto my hand.

The butterfly, feeling the presence of something new, starts to move the antennas, and shortly after, hits the droplet.

In a supreme effort, it crawls near the droplet, and immediately starts to absorb the life-saving liquid.

Soon after, the little insects falls into sleeps.

After a minute or two, i decide to bring it home.

I don't live very far, and i enjoy the night walk.

There is something infinitely relaxing about night.

when we are home, i take a piece of cotton and put it on the window sill, and carefully lay the butterfly on the improvised bed.

I also bring a few flowers if it gets hungry.

I give a very soft and light kiss on the harmed wing and then go to sleep.

The next morning, i wake up, and the first thing i have in mind is to check out my little protege.

But when i look at the window sill, there are only the flowers.

The day passed, slowly.

Even tho i know that most animals returns very quick to nature, i'm a bit sad.

I try to draw it to pass the time, but its not great.

At the end of the day, i give a last look at the mini-bed, and then rejoin mine.

As i'm sleeping, i feel, in the middle of night, the same tickle, but on my nose this time.

I open my eyes, and see it.it's the same one, that's for sure, but this time in a bright purple that was lightening the atmosphere around the butterfly.

This time, the little insect starts an aerial show, in a moment of pure silence and grace.

This may have last at least 15 minutes.

At the end, the butterfly approached my nose and delivered a soft wing flap.

At this moment, i fell asleep again.when i wake up at the morning, i feet like coming out of a dream.

But then, i look at my pillow and at the window sill.

The flower's petals are on the bed, placed around the emplacement of my head.

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A/N : Based on true events

Fovya the Cat