Butterflies

A short story about a girl who was just diagnosed with cancer.
"It was a bright day outside. The sky was blue and the flowers were just starting to form. I sat on a bench it was iron black and cold. A butterfly was something I saw out of the corner of my eyes. It was blue and was outlined in black. And it was so pretty but maybe you shouldn't have asked me to judge that. I might have been biased. Since everything was more beautiful when you were dying. "