Max's Butterfly

The Butterfly

I wake up early in the morning, a feeling of dread in my chest. Today is her funeral. Chloe, my love. I wanna stay in bed, and try to imagine things are normal, but I can't. It wouldn't be fair to her memory.

It was not an easy choice for me. I'd rather choose her over the city, but I didn't. Now I regret my choice. She'd tell me not to look so down on myself, but I can't help it. How do you forget practically sacrificing the love of your life? How do you unsee the horror? How do you cope with the guilt?!

Chloe was everything to me. When I was around her, I felt as if I was special. No one else made me feel that way. Che I need you so bad.

Moments with her were magical to me. Although she acted like a broken girl, I saw a strong woman. She went through hell nearly by herself. She lost two friends, a father, and her happiness.

If only I hadn't left you, Chloe. None of this crap would've happened. It all comes down to when I left. I could've stayed by your side and stopped from all the bad mistakes. If only I hadn't been afraid of my feelings for you.

These feelings I had - no have - for her developed since a few months before I left for Seattle. I should've stayed behind and told her how I feel, but it's too late for that now. My heart has been broken a second time. It's like a hundred times worse version of the Seattle problem.

When I left, I regretted  it. It wasn't easy, but I hid from my emotions. I should've known that it would hurt her as well as me.

If only Chloe, so delicate and beautiful, such a sweet butterfly, could have been saved.

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I look around the cemetery, and I see Joyce with David. She is in tears, he wears a somber expression upon his face. I feel bad, knowing I caused this.

Why should anyone feel horrible for something I did?

Joyce speaks about how much she loved her daughter, and how she wishes she could've been more understanding. David delivers a speech telling sorry to her, for being so harsh. Everyone there, her family, Blackwell students, and even my own parents are silent, reverent, sad.

They can't feel anywhere near as sad as me.

It's now my turn to say some words.

"Chloe, I'm so sorry for ever leaving you. I was to scared to admit it, but... I love you." I begin to sob, and everyone seems to look heartbroken. "Chl... Chloe... I won't let your death be in vain. I'm going... t-to fix th-th-this city."

Everyone stares at me as I walk away from the mahogany coffin, but I don't care.

I look back at the coffin and see a blue butterfly land on the top. I can't help but smile softly. You are there Chloe.
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A/N: Please comment and tell me your opinion on my first fanfic!