EmilieFredriksen

”Even in the brightest alleyways, there is always a speck of red. A butterfly of blood, forever enticing anyone that takes notice. They will all die. What would you say if I was your butterfly?” “I would confront you. Pat your head, like this, and tell you that I love you.” The boy started, he had whished for a more terrified answer, yet he had not expected one. “You have shown me great kindness.” “You will not be the first life I have taken. Are you not at all aghast?” “Not at all. You are with me, everything will turn out the way it is supposed to, because I say so. You are my butterfly. Bes

Her eyes confident, her heart undecided. Her gaze wandered, contemplated the three young men before her. Raising her shield, reflexively, she continued forcing all their natural emotions of her to surface. Spilling out on their faces. Pausing, a small smile escaped her lips. Her eyes more compassionate than before. He was the one. She stepped forwards and slowly, but securely, lowered her shield. A soft wind blew onto her from her right, revealing a beautiful marking encraving her left cheek. It glowed a bright, pink glimmer.