A little girl with sorrow in her gaze, "Mommy? Are you taking papa today?"
"Yes," Giving a little pause she caresses the girl's hair, "my milky butterfly. I have to."
Her eyes welled up, "Is there no other way?". The girl glanced at her father hoping not to see the countdown. But it showed the life force draining as it flickers mocking her.
"It's a gift that you can see this... even though it will hurt." The little girl turned to her mother who had no date countdown over her.
With tears streaming down her face, "Oh my milky butterfly."
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Death Butterflies
General Fiction" With tears streaming down her face, "Oh my little butterfly." " [A/N:- Cover is made by me. The picture photographed is by me and edited with the help of the following apps - •Polish •PicsArt •Snapseed •Background Eraser •Auto Photo Cut Paste •Pix...
