I_Am_Just_a_Moth

After such a long winter break, the first day of spring is finally here. It’s here but it’s the same routine every day. But I wonder, did I wake up too early' ** I’m just a simple a girl. A simple girl in quiet place with little expectations. The same people every day. But for the first time since i was born, i fell in love. And for the first time, i felt excitement. “How gorgeous” I thought to myself. His eyes were a clear blue, his lashes were long. He had silky long hair and skin that glowed in the sun. However, i did not meet him again. “What are you doing here' Aren’t you going to eat'” a friend of mine asked worriedly “I’m not hungry...” “You should really eat something before it is morning. You haven’t eaten for days.” “I’m really not hungry...” ** I could not forget the beautiful silhouette of his beautiful figure in the morning light. I resisted the temptation to sleep. When morning came, i searched for him. I couldn’t shake the feeling that i might see him again. There was something in him that pulled me towards him. Maybe the beauty i never had. ** I was right! He came back to the place i met him and now i am so very happy. I wish time would stop right now, but i could feel my breath becoming ragged and heavy. Even if spring doesn’t ever return...i think i will be happy. I’m able to meet him during my first and last spring. ** “Master Sebastian, did you find the girl you met a few mornings ago'” “I thought i could meet her if i returned to this place...but i could not find her.” The light sound of a thud was heard nearby. The master’s servant hurried over to the direction of the sound. “Master Sebastian, there is a woman who has collapsed over there!” The master quickly turned his head to where his servant was. A beautiful lady was lying on the floor lifeless. ** In the laboratory, a scientist happened to notice something interesting in the butterfly and moths glass cage. “Hmm'” the female uttered as she was observing the unusual sight. The male scientist caught her curiosity and sensed an intrigued voice. “What are you observing so intently'” as he walked over to the woman. “There is something very odd here.” As the woman pointed inside the cage, she said “Look”. “That butterfly won’t leave the side of the dead moth.”