Colours Of The Rainbow

just dissappear.....

Şťøp ôvêřwŕïťíñğ më

I am the voice of truth, of reason.

Ĺéävě mě bé

No until the day you just dissappear.
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You look at the butterfly, tempted but more cautious. You decide to leave it and turn back to go indoors. As you turn you are startled. There it was again, but this time right infront of you. Staring....waiting....you persist to leave it. You walk to the front door and into the house. The warmth felt good. As you sat back down on the sofa you saw it again. The butterfly was sat atop of the lamp. It had somehow managed to get indoors.

You gently lift it with your hand. There is no way it could have powers. It was just a plain old butterfly. It fluttered off of your hand and into the kitchen. It flew dangerously close to a burning candle sat on the windowsill. You moved over to it quickly in attempt to save it, but before you had a chance to....

It had fluttered right into the flame. A small puff of fire flapped around the room before landing on the floor. You stood, confused and shocked at what you had just witnessed. You quickly grab a towel and put out the remaining flame left in the ashes on the ground. You lift up the ashes and open the window.
"...what in the world was that..." you ponder as you release the ashes into the cool midnight breeze. You sigh before leaving the window and laying on the couch. Something felt odd. An aura. A feeling. Something. You didn't want to find out what any time soon so you decide to sleep for now.

~*in dream*~

You awaken in what seems like a large white chapel. Bells rang loud and sharp. A white dress pulled delicately over your body, complementing your curves. The tune the bells played was familiar. Something you had heard before. You stand up shakily realising you are in fact wearing heels. Walking carefully towards the alter, you gaze at your surroundings. The alter had a book on top of it. With one hand, you lift the book up.

' this is my fairytale....'

The first line read. The handwriting was familiar. Much like your own. You read on.

'no....this was my fairytale...
The story that was ment to occur...
But was yet ruined my the error of my ways. A hell within my head...'

You turn the page, rather confused.

'the words I want to hear...
'i do' will never be spoken before me...
A white dress never to touch my skin.
A loved one never to love...
Learn from my mistake.
Dont let it fool you...
(y/n)....'

After reading your name you immediately slam the book closed. The book disbursed into beautiful white butterflys. You watch as they fly to the ceiling. Just as the first one hit the top, a fire arose. As every butterfly hit, the fire would grow and grow and grow, until the whole chapel was in flames.

Who's story was this? How do they know who you are? Questions ran through your head and called your name. You screamed at them to stop.
"SHUT UP!!" You yelled.
"(y/n)..." They would reply, everytime.
"LEAVE ME-"

~* awakens *~

"ALONE!!" You yell aloud. Inky stared at you, completely concerned. He was almost in tears.
"wha......" you mumble in a questioning tone.
"Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream? A bad memory? Are you hurt? Do you need help? A glass of water???" Inky asked you, all flustered with worry.
"slow down there fast mouth." Leyfow spoke from next to you.
"im f-fine....just an odd dream..." you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.
"seemed more like a horrible dream" Leyfow said giving you an equally concerned face.
"Yeah, you were screaming and kicking about." Inky mentioned. You sighed and looked at the ceiling.
"it was just....not right....i wish these dreams would just dissappear...." you tell. Inky pats your head gently.
"i know they aren't nice but you must get through them." he smiled.
"I'll try..." you say, sounding awfully unsure with a light blush. Leyfow smirked at Inky and Inky sent a glare back.

~* Inky PoV *~

The flower is onto me... well... technically he cant be onto me if I dont exactly know myself. Every time we touch, I get this feeling, like a sugar rush. Like I dont want her to leave me. She wont leave just yet... I cant let her. Not until I find out more about her. Like why shes here and how she has such powe....i could just ask her but I highly doubt she would know.

Ive also been thinking about this dimension combining problem. Maybe she is causing it? Maybe she isnt ment to be in a world... Maybe she is an error... I really hope not. I cant let yet another dream be right.

I looked to (y/n) as she dazed back to sleep, still gripping to my hand. I laughed quietly with a light blush. Such a beautiful person.... Just hope for the best.

~* 3rd person PoV *~

As you fell back asleep Inky and Leyfow sat near you and watched over you protectively.

You had a choice appear infront of you.... A choice that had no event...

[meet her]

[forget her]

What was this odd decision?....

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A strange song fills your head.
Hope and determination is what will keep you stable.
Lose them and you have nothing.
Nothing to your name.
(y/n)

A beautiful name......

I miss hearing it....

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My my, what is this? Who is this? Is what you must be thinking. Sometimes deep thinking shows specialty. In the war, soldiers used their deep thinking to create a code that was hard to detect and understand by the enemy. A deeper thought shows a deeper soul.
A strong soul...

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