A Month Later
I once was a servant to a mighty being.
I once was a slave to the love of my life.
I always think to myself "what am I without this?"
I might never know.
I think I found myself in the music.
But is this truly living?
I continue to play my violin.
However...
Something peculiar happened today, a human child spoke to me today.
Children always approach me for my wings but their parents always drag them away in fear.
This child...had no parents.
How peculiar....
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Pouf, The Most Hated Butterfly
FanfictionHis love language was too different for the world. His love was too strong for the world to understand it. The world hated him and he suffered for it. So if he survives, how will he navigate the world alone? Story of Pouf (In diary format) -the chap...
