Not All Butterflies Are Free

Not All Butterflies Are Free

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., mars 29, 2016
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Romance
"He raped me", she said. I repeated with nothing but a waiting look as the words echoed through my head, drowning all the other thoughts that popped up in my head like a raging wind blowing away the clouds. I looked at her as if she was a fragile cup that was wobbling on the edge of the table. The seconds ticking away as if they were minutes, the minutes as if they were hours. The time flew by as I waited for the moment she broke down- the moment the shaky cup would lean to the wrong side, fall down on the floor and transform to a thousand irreparable pieces. Adam and Evangeline. This is the story about their friendship and about their developing love. Adam and Dave. This is the story about family and about shocking disappointments. This is the story about a love-triangle, but not like the ones you're used to know. A triangle of who to trust and who to believe. The story about a son, a father and a caged butterfly.
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"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................

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