A Story: My Butterfly Will Forever Fly Away
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Fairygal NoviceThis is a story I wrote in another site. I hope you like it.
She takes my breath away. As I gaze at her from afar, my heart flutters, pounding loud like a drum. She has that certain air to her that you can't help but sneak a second look. Her face is sculpted by angels. Etched in are her gentle sea-blue eyes that are framed by long eyelashes. They show the innocence and purity of a majestic immortal being. Her face is coloured a rose-ish tint, giving her a look of delicacy and fragility of a flower. Long white-blond hair cascades down her back, highlighting her best qualities. Her laughter is contagious that it's like I'm under the spell of Cupid! I laugh along with her, imagining me holding her and being there for her. Her eyes meet mine, a smile clearly shown in her eyes. So intense were her eyes that I had to look down at the ground. My cheeks flare with harsh heat. I admire the attention given to me but I wish that I wasn't so shy. Why couldn't I reinact the scenes that are in my head? I could have walked towards her with a confident smile on my face, forcing her to go into a trance. I would then respond by holding her in my arms and giving her a smouldering kiss. People would clap and whistle at my success. It being the best of my life. Okay, that is too extreme but you get the idea. I just wish that she knows that I'm her soulmate. The one she would want to be with for the rest of her life.
I see her everyday at school, at the movie theatre, or at the mall. The yearning for her love never goes away but only continues to grow. She walks with elegant grace and her smile lights up my world. My hand longs to run its fingers along the contours of her body that accentuated her curves. One day, I find my confidence will shatter. At the movies, I see a sight I thought I'd never see. Her with a guy. She is holding onto his hand, squeezing tightly. She is giggling and blushing ferociously. This brought tremendous pain in my heart. The aching and breaking of my heart continues to grow, needing something to mend its cracks and broken pieces. I wish I had acted on my desires earlier. It seems that now I am too late. That could have been me with her right now. It could have been me of whom her undivided attention is focused on. It could have been me feeling the tingles caused by the contact of our hands. It could have been me.
At least I get a chance to be with her that fateful night. I stay at school late because of my teacher who had gave me hours long detention. I pass by the washrooms on my way out the exit when I hear a loud sob coming from inside. I stop, not wanting to leave a person in distress. I listen carefully to hear muffled whimpers, sniffles, and cries. Then all of a sudden, the sounds stop altogether. I wait there to find out if all the sounds are just part of my imagination. Minutes pass by and I dismiss the sounds. I continue to walk to hear a door open and quiet footsteps from behind me. I look back to see her. My butterfly. My love. She makes eye contact with me, her eyes grow larger, flashing with recognition. My heart stops, waiting for what would be love at first sight. I see that her eyes are a little red, possibly from crying. After a while she turns the other way and runs quickly. Knowing that my love is in pain, I chase after her. We run to a deadend at the back of our school. She turns around, her eyes glaring at me. My heart beats faster, knowing that her attention is focused on me now. She acknowledges me. We are one step closer to eternal love.She asks me questions and I don't answer. She asks me about my purpose in following her, my silence, and my invading her privacy. All that time, I'm looking at her. I am in a state of happiness because I can finally see her upclose. I can see how her hair looks like golden threads, how her eyes look like sapphires that twinkle in the sunlight, and her lips are rose pink and moist. After a while, I still don't speak, still speechless. Frustrated at my silence, she pushes past me. My mind tells me not to let her go or I won't have another chance to be with her. I speak. I tell her that I want to know if she's okay. She pauses while in midstep. Tears are flowing out of her eyes. I continue talking and say that I don't want to see her alone with noone to console her and that she could tell me her problems even though she doesn't know me well. Her hand moves slightly as if deciding on what to do. I tell her that I could leave her alone if she wanted and I start to move past her. Then all of a sudden, she hugs me and cries into my chest. Surprised at her reaction, my mind could not comprehend what's going on. Then I put my arms around her and smooth her hair. We stay like that for a while before she backs away from me. She says thank-you and leaves. My heart breaks. I want to tell her to stay but yet, I can't. As she gets further away from me, I stop to remember her every features. As if I won't see her again. Before going out of sight, she turns her head to look at me. She gives me a genuine smile with a twinkle in her eyes. With a wave of her hand, she turns around the corner and disappears. My butterfly is gone.
I never knew that that moment would be the last I ever see of her again. The next day, I go to school to see a dramatic change in the atmosphere. Silence fills the air that used to be all laughter and cheeriness. Dark silhouettes cover every inch of colour in the place. The faces of students are grey and full of depression. A crowd gathers around the spot I once used to hang out in. I push through only to see a ghastly sight. A body of a girl. The body parts are in askew angles and red paint spills all around it. A smile molds onto her face. It's as if her fate was predetermined. Her choice to leave this world is final. Her eyes are open, unseeing to the world; the colour blue stands out most of all. I kneel down to trace the face I admired from afar. I closed her eyes, letting others see her the way I saw her. Her beauty that shone pure light and generosity. I pressed my lips against hers, a tear escaping my eye. The life I once knew is gone. My butterfly will forever fly away. -
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Aww so sad :'( but so well-written
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Fairygal NoviceThanx. Your comments mean a lot to me. I actually wonder if it is actually a sad and depressing love story. I guess it is.
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