Another Myth

Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ ⒷⓊⓉⓉⒺⓇⒻⓁⓎ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ

Jayel: Stop naming things.

Me: My answer is butterfly.

Jayel: Why?

Me: I don't want to explain.

Jayel: Stop being annoying and tell me the answer.

Me: Meh. I'll just make a golden page then.

Jayel: Golden page?

Me: Well, I call it golden page. It's actually called faded paper.

Jayel: What does that paper do?

Me: Stuff.

Jayel: Be more specfic.

Me: It writes down your thoughts or answer without you having to do anything. It literally looks like golden sparkly paper that floats and the answer just writes itself to the paper.

Jayel: That's cool.

Me: I have to leave to take care of something. I'll leave my answer before I leave.

Jayel: When are you leaving?

Me: Now.

I vanish from her sight.

I couldn't say it in front of her.

The answer...I couldn't explain it to her.

Emotions aren't good for a ghost.

Because we don't exist.

The desire to live grows too much.

What I wrote in that paper...it's confusing if you don't try to make sense out of it.

~~~~~~αηsωεя:вυттεяғℓү~~~~~~~

Butterflies are fun to see.

Because they disappear so fast and leaves you wondering where they are going to go next.

They are beautiful to see from far away. As you come closer, they aren't that beautiful. But, still beautiful at the same time.

Just because it leaves you wondering.

Leaves you wondering...

"Will I ever see it again?"

"Am I going to meet another one of them?"

"Where do they go?"

"Why do I have to chase it?"

So many colors and wonders...

Just from one butterfly.

So, Jayel, I'm scared.

I'm scared that you'll disappear like a butterfly.

But, you won't know that you disappeared. Because you'll only disappear to me, but to others, you'll still be there.

This life you live...is all free to you. But, to me, it's not free.

Because, if I decide to live again...be a human again...I'll turn into those evil spirits. Just a big whirlpool of darkness. I won't be able to escape.

I'm afraid. I shouldn't be. But, I am. At first, this was just a simple obligation for commiting a crime in heaven.

But, now, I have to protect someone. At the same time, I can't let my desires consume me.

Please, if you can, don't disappear.

At least, try not to let yourself disappear. Because I can't chase you. I don't have the ability. If I do, I'll be lost in my own hell.

Who knew that a butterfly can cause such trouble for a myth like me?

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Author's Note: So? Any thoughts or questions about this chapter?...