Butterflies
By B.T.B / Tory
Schuyler Force, you're a goddamn butterfly, and someday you're going to fly away. Just don't leave me hanging.
The sky was the perfect favorite midnight color, with inky clouds painted here and there, stars sprinkled around. In some places, the darkness was interrupted by another color, fluttering, barely visible in the cloak of darkness. Butterflies, twitching their way towards who knows where. They had a very lacking life, the butterflies, and they didn't seem to mind. They peacefully lay to rest whenever the time came, whether the job was done or not. Peacefully, they let it go.
If only I could be the same.
With Sylvia, my love, at my side, I was dying. My heart was failing me, for the first time. It was giving up, leaving me here to fight the battles it should have defeated long before. Now I was left with nothing but a rotting heart, weak bones, and the love of my life. I felt as if that should be enough for me, just to have love at my side, and being able to feel the pain. But it wasn't, it only filled up half of my greedy self. I needed more, and the worst part was, I couldn't even suggest to the Universe what I wanted, in particular. I just expected what I didn't know I wanted to come to my waiting palms.
We lay there in the tall grass, two innocent girls in a backyard, staring up at the perfect midnight, and dust of stars. Our fingers were intertwined, and the last twinge of summer still lingered on our tongues. She was beautiful, laying there next to me, the moonlight making her every pore glow like fairy dust. We were so still, there in the tall grass; the midnight air hugged us like an old friend. We each listened to each others' breath, as it went in through the lips, and out through the nostrils. It was so simple, and so profound.
Then a surprise occurred, and it was a peaceful, perfect surprise. One butterfly had been brave enough to flit down from its house in the sky, and was now quite close to my face. I held my breath, staring at it, barely even daring to blink. And softly it landed atop my nose. Sylvia gasped quietly, grinning from ear to ear. I managed to find her in my peripheral vision. Neither of us dared speak, for the delicate beauty of the butterfly was easily scared away.
More gathered now, as if the one on my freckled nose had called to her friends, and family. They were all slowly flying down, towards my slim body. Sylvia's hand began to slide away from mine, as if she were going to ruin it. She was such a modest girl. But I grabbed it back, keeping her with me. They all landed on my body, scattering themselves about, on my stomach, legs, face, and arms. They were magical, these creatures. Suddenly, I realized this was enough. Sylvia, my aching bones, and a failing heart. It was simply that in my head now. Nothing more than Sylvia.
And my heart gave up then. My soul left my body, leaving it cold in the grass, and the butterflies took it gently in their waiting arms. And then - wishing to give her at least a kiss goodbye - I left Sylvia hanging, and the creatures slowly fluttered off, my soul in hand, and an extra butterfly in their herd.
<3
Note:
Hope you don't have a problem with a Lesbian romance.
By B.T.B / Tory
Schuyler Force, you're a goddamn butterfly, and someday you're going to fly away. Just don't leave me hanging.
The sky was the perfect favorite midnight color, with inky clouds painted here and there, stars sprinkled around. In some places, the darkness was interrupted by another color, fluttering, barely visible in the cloak of darkness. Butterflies, twitching their way towards who knows where. They had a very lacking life, the butterflies, and they didn't seem to mind. They peacefully lay to rest whenever the time came, whether the job was done or not. Peacefully, they let it go.
If only I could be the same.
With Sylvia, my love, at my side, I was dying. My heart was failing me, for the first time. It was giving up, leaving me here to fight the battles it should have defeated long before. Now I was left with nothing but a rotting heart, weak bones, and the love of my life. I felt as if that should be enough for me, just to have love at my side, and being able to feel the pain. But it wasn't, it only filled up half of my greedy self. I needed more, and the worst part was, I couldn't even suggest to the Universe what I wanted, in particular. I just expected what I didn't know I wanted to come to my waiting palms.
We lay there in the tall grass, two innocent girls in a backyard, staring up at the perfect midnight, and dust of stars. Our fingers were intertwined, and the last twinge of summer still lingered on our tongues. She was beautiful, laying there next to me, the moonlight making her every pore glow like fairy dust. We were so still, there in the tall grass; the midnight air hugged us like an old friend. We each listened to each others' breath, as it went in through the lips, and out through the nostrils. It was so simple, and so profound.
Then a surprise occurred, and it was a peaceful, perfect surprise. One butterfly had been brave enough to flit down from its house in the sky, and was now quite close to my face. I held my breath, staring at it, barely even daring to blink. And softly it landed atop my nose. Sylvia gasped quietly, grinning from ear to ear. I managed to find her in my peripheral vision. Neither of us dared speak, for the delicate beauty of the butterfly was easily scared away.
More gathered now, as if the one on my freckled nose had called to her friends, and family. They were all slowly flying down, towards my slim body. Sylvia's hand began to slide away from mine, as if she were going to ruin it. She was such a modest girl. But I grabbed it back, keeping her with me. They all landed on my body, scattering themselves about, on my stomach, legs, face, and arms. They were magical, these creatures. Suddenly, I realized this was enough. Sylvia, my aching bones, and a failing heart. It was simply that in my head now. Nothing more than Sylvia.
And my heart gave up then. My soul left my body, leaving it cold in the grass, and the butterflies took it gently in their waiting arms. And then - wishing to give her at least a kiss goodbye - I left Sylvia hanging, and the creatures slowly fluttered off, my soul in hand, and an extra butterfly in their herd.
<3
Note:
Hope you don't have a problem with a Lesbian romance.
