Butterfly

One

Where you are, right here and now, this is how the bad stories end. But it's also how the best stories begin.

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"It's you."

A gasp, a chuckle, the dragging of breaths in and out through lungs parched by fire.

"It's me."

Words like water pouring out to quench and quell, spilling over and slipping through fingers spread open in beckoning.

"I'm so glad."

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If time takes me (and time will take me), I will come back as a single feather.

So please, come back as the breeze.

♠ ♠ ♠

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Heyo, guys. If this sounds familiar, it's because I reused the intro for a previous story idea I had, so I'm sorry that this is recycled, but I really liked that intro and the old idea for the story I had used it on had grown stagnant, so I decided to use it here. It will fit and hopefully now that I'm back to feeling like writing, it will start going well.

Thank you all for putting up with my nonsense, I love you always.