Its a purple light moving around in this dark place without light. That purple light was desperately flapping its wing in front of as though it wanted to save from sinking down.
a purple butterfly?
Do butterflies fly around in this winter?
Butterflies in this cold weather where not even a single flower can bloom? It suddenly seed to drift away from reality.
Then, slowly, my hazy mind began to co back to reality. As if waiting for , the purple butterfly was hovering around . As soon as the butterfly saw returning to my senses, it began to fly sowhere, as if to guide through the road.
While I was just staring at it, without moving, the butterfly ca back and hovered around again. Seeing it urging , I gave strength to my feet again and slowly rose up.
.
The butterfly slowly guided by moving its wings as if it was caring for my injured body.
Did Alice in Wonderland, who followed the rabbit, feel this way?
An unknown foreboding feeling of sothing happening started to fill .
The color is friendly.
Is it a bit darker than my jagged purple hair?
Its like my moms hair color.
Mom, my mom who died miserably at the spire.
Did she go to a good place?
When I stopped moving at the sudden thought, the butterfly flew toward and urged again.
I get it, Ill follow you.
Im sure she went to a good place.
Lets hope for that.
***
Suddenly, the butterfly stopped at a place.
Its the moon.
The butterflys little wings pulled out of the dark forest. Unlike the first ti I saw, a bright moonlight was shining over . That light seed to save from being surrounded by the darkness.
The overwhelming emotion forced to look up at the moon for a while.
Its bright.
A road that can reap this darkness. Now instead of being caught in the dark, I had a hopeful feeling that I could find a flower.
I lowered my head to look for flowers underneath the bright moonlight.
I looked down slightly, and like a funny thing-
I found it.
It was on a slightly higher wall, but it was there. The reddish red flowers stood in full bloom by overcoming the cold wind of the coming winter.
Although it was located at the height of about the second floor of the building, it seed to be entirely possible to reach if I climbed up carefully.
Okay, lets do it!
Burned with unusual motivation, I began to climb up slowly, stepping on the rocks that protruded from the bottom of the flowery wall. Every ti I stepped on it, the stone dust fell from the rocks, and my heart began to pound.
Phew.
It was a bit risky, but fortunately, it seed to hold my weight.
Ill have to be careful when Im going down.
I thought I could sohow climb up, but I was worried about going down. I took a deep breath and took another step again. As I stepped on it one by one, I began to see a faint red light in my sight.
As I grabbed the stone sticking out in front of my eyes and moved my feet slightly to the side, a red flower appeared in front of in full bloom.
.
How should I express this overwhelming and fluctuating emotion?
The joy of succeeding in the first step of writing my own story was beyond words.
Mom, I did it, I found the flowers.
I was able to make the impossible possible.
I picked up the flower in front of my eyes with joy, and finally, I could smile, looking at the red petals that were held in my hands.
Now, if I only go back
Lets step slowly. I stepped carefully to my side, hoping that there would be no unforeseen situation.
However, maybe because of the tension being relieved, my injured foot wasnt able to hold the center and bent to the one side.
And at that mont, I lost my balance. Without even getting the ti to feel embarrassed, I began to fall down.
Kyaaaaaaaa!
The screams were short, and the speed of falling was fast.
The wounds, the already exhausted strength, and the body full of fatigue, of course, could not save from falling. I fell to the ground with a scream.
Argh!
If Im fortunate, Im allowed to be grateful right?
I did not fall head-on, but I fell on the leg, so I had no reason to lose consciousness.
Ack
But that didnt an it was not painful. Unable to overco the pain, my eyes filled with tears.
Myfeet,whichmighthavebeensprainedwhenithittheground while falling, felt so painful that it couldnt be explained in words.
When I touched my feet, which was wounded, by my hand, it was burning hot.
Ah, Aah.
I cant make a sound. By any chance, the wild animal might co after after hearing the sound. I raised my trembling arm and covered my mouth to prevent the sound from coming out. Even if it is not a wild animal, there could be monsters or a dangerous situation that I might not be aware of.
But it hurts so much, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Why did I make such a mistake after Ive succeeded in it? Why should I be in this situation? Why should I be in pain?
Tears welled up from the mont of injustice and I covered my face with my hands. Otherwise, I thought Id probably want to scream, and I thought Id not be able to hold it in and cry bitterly.
The sorrow that had been contained inside my heart thus far exploded in the terrible pain.
Why does dad pretend not to know ?
Why did you abandon ?
Why didnt my mom want to take care of ?
Why did you leave behind first?
Why isnt anybody looking at ?
At least one of them could have saved .
Mom, I miss you.
Even though no one cared about , at least my mom looked after .
Why did you have to leave behind like that?
Why should we be sacrificed to this story, Mom?
Slowly, a terrible pain climbed up to my body from my feet. The pain and loneliness as if the world seem to have abandoned . And with the frustrating resentnt, I had no choice but to endure crying desperately. Seeing this situation, the thought of passing this responsibility to soone was about to co out of my mouth.
At that mont.
I rembered the flowers that I had forgotten for a while in pain.
Where are the flowers?
Suddenly, I turned my head around. The flowers were laid neatly beside . When I saw the flowers that were in good condition, unlike , I could breathe a little bit of clogged breath.
Cryingits not too late to do it after I succeed .
I dont know how much ti has passed, but I could see a bluish light perating the black sky.
I took a deep breath and slowly moved my head. At least, I have to check to see how serious it is.
I closed my eyes tightly to the pain that felt strange, turned my head, and opened my eyes wide.
I dont know whether it was broken or seriously injured, but a terrible pain ca up from the knee. Leaving behind the feeling that these feet were not my feet, I gave strength to my feet, reminding myself that I had no choice but to move.
Ah.
It hurts so much. Even with a little bit of strain on my feet, I felt a terrible pain and couldnt move at all.
I have to force myself to drag it and go anyway.
I just found the flowers, but its more unfair to give up in this state than being injured!
The rough breath coming out of my mouth continued to create a white breath.
I could not wait for soone to co to help here.
Its late after dawn
Ti was flowing without giving a mont to hesitate.
But, I will succeed and not fail.
I must survive, by all ans
I was full of will.
However, there was a problem.
I had no idea where this place was. Ive never been out of the gate before, and I even lost my way because the animals chased
I think the butterfly I saw a little while ago is gone
How am I supposed to find the way?
I felt trendous pain all over my body, especially on my wounded right leg, and even though my temperature dropped, a cold sweat covered my back.
I slowly turned my head and tried to figure out this place. And then, as if waiting for , the purple butterfly appeared again.
Are you going to take back again?
There was no answer because it wasnt a person, but the butterfly took action instead of words. Just like when it guided a while ago, It took the lead by flapping its wings.
As if I was possessed by sothing, I forced myself to pull my immobile leg and began to follow the butterfly.
Passing under a dark tree that covers the bright moonlight, and then through the bushes. Even if the road was long, I decided to believe this butterfly that led to flowers.
But thats another story when your body is at its limit.
It hurts
The pain on my legs was hard to bear. My body began to whine as if it had really reached its limit. The front gradually blurred, and the legs were losing strength.
Butterfly
In this situation where I am about to lose consciousness, the only thing I could believe in was the butterfly in front of .
The purple butterflys fluttering wings gradually started to fade.
Is my vision blurring or is the butterfly fading away?
However, when I extended my hand forward, thinking that I shouldnt miss it, my body which had endured for a while, failed to balance and began to fall forward.
Is itthe end?
Was it not the butterfly disappearing, but my consciousness blurring?
The mont of falling forward ca slowly, very slowly, like death.
When I sensed the pain and closed my eyes just before I hit the floor, soone appeared like a miracle and held my body.
Whoo thank God.
Ah, thats a familiar voice.
Lennox?
I slowly opened my closed eyes because of the warmth that I felt from the touch.
Before I knew it, I was out of the dark forest and under the bright moon. Lennox, who suddenly appeared, managed to hold before I fell.
I could see the sweat on his forehead as if he was running around hard. His sound of breathing was rough, although not as bad as mine.
You
Lennox opened his mouth to speak, but then he stiffened his face with surprise. His gaze descended from my head, and when it reached the tip of my toes, his forehead crumpledvisibly.
Oh, my God, crazy!
And an angry voice.
Why are you angry?
I dont know why, but even if youre angry, will you do a favor?
Again, I forcibly held back my slowly closing eyes and raised my hands holding the flowers.
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