In a night where all is silent and people fast asleep, a pitch-black butterfly broke out of its cocoon. Spreading its wings, it took flight for the first time. It seems like it already has somewhere it is aiming for. It flew and flew like its life depended on it. Not before long it reached a cemetery and landed on a man's finger.
The man looks like he is in his early 30s, yet he has a grim atmosphere surrounding him that doesn't fit his age. One of his eyes seems to be blind and has turned white, a scythe is leaning on him as he is sitting in front of a certain gravestone. Looking at the butterfly he gave out a faint smile. "So, you've came as well huh." the man said in a soft voice. Looking around the man there are other black and white butterflies flying around him.
The man started talking to the butterflies, about what he ate for dinner, how his day went, something funny that happened that day. He keeps on talking about these everyday moments to the butterflies, like the butterflies were his dear friends and people important to him. Yet despite how much he is talking the butterfly on his finger tilted its head, jumped off his fingers and started flying around him like the other butterflies do. "So, you don't understand why that is important huh, you've always been like this. Never actually cared about me. All you care about is my care for you, yet never me as me, as a person, never." The man said with a slightly angered yet sad expression. Seems like the man isn't seeing a butterfly but something else. Just who is the man and what does the man see in his blind eye will continue to stay as a mystery for a little longer.
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