غلاف قصة Beautiful Ruin بقلم Zaynismybae17
Beautiful Ruin
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My butterfly. Watching you bask in the sun was like watching angels descend from heaven. The way your skin glowed like a river of chocolate gold. The way your big brown eyes watered. The way your beautiful lips stretched into a smile. 
The sight rendered me insane. The doctors were right. I am mad. Watching you made me believe red is violet and that everything tasted of sugar and fucking plum. I am a mad, mad man. 
I watched them take you away with one promise on my lips; I will unclip your wings and set you free. I will give you the sun and everything you want. 

"Run butterfly run, soon I will catch you," he tells me.
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