THE BUTTERFLIES DO DIE [SHORT STORY] BY PRINCE JOE

THE BUTTERFLIES DO DIE.

You hold hands together like children from the same mother. Your eyes holding the strings of happiness you've always wanted. You love her. I mean, a female friend of yours in the same University.

You have this mutual feelings for her. But you never told her for once. In the same course on likely the same seat. You do feel wet anytime you sit beside her. Your imagination carve you into pieces of lost thoughts. I swear, you will die the day you confront your feelings for her, your mind said.

Leaving all stain with teardrop. I think she will brutalize me, I think she will melt me, my mind keeps hunting with callous questions, I was intrapersonally insane.

One night, you both sat underneath a Green perfumed tree. Full of jungle fruits with smelly flowers. It was deep late, On campus. You love talking your life outside. She hate that. She loves laughing much. So, anything you say that sound foolish, she do laugh it out.

She never wanted to snub you. Never. You hold her left hand. She look you like normal friends that find joy in things of children. You slide that. You wanted to form a word. But you couldn't. She guess you're feeling cold. She stand and adjust her short-brown-skirt with indefinite pattern. Leaving your left hand undecided.

You wanted to cry. I mean, you sincerely wanted to voice aloud. But you swallowed the tears and stand too. She's a bit of an average height. Fair, and skinny.

She didn't say anything while standing. She's just looking into the sky. Framing some scientific questions inside her brain. You were pissed off.

I guess I am very boring, you said. You never thought of saying such but your reaction won't let it just die off. She giggles. And jerk your waist. You fake a smile.

You're not. Just learn to keep girl's company, she replied. You wanted to faint but you didn't. You look behind if someone is looking at both of you. You chuckle too.

Ok. Will you teach me? you said in anticipation of a beautiful reply. No. Not again! She didn't even give a respond. You guess she didn't hear.

You wanted to repeat the same statement. She suddenly disappeared. You thought she's a demon or semi-angel, nothing true. You look forward. You see her behind, walking faster into darkness. You feel disappointed. You actually wanted to confess your feelings.

You're both in 300level Anatomy. Your friendship started from 100level. You like her. Oh! Sorry, I mean you really love her. This is away from just likeness. It's beyond that. You do wanted to let her be your girl-lover.

Someone you could share your feelings too. Perhaps, someone that could call you honey, babe, sweetie. You imagine those words from your mother to father relationship. You wanted things like that too.

Someone to cuddle with and laugh into. Someone to spell your names in Alphabet of love. Someone that could defend you.

Yes. He's my baby, leave him alone, your mindset keep repeating those fine words with column of longing affection. Affection? I haven't even see love or taste how it feels. Damn! You snapped the bed.

You're in your bed that night already. You keep wondering. You couldn't sleep. Your eyes are heavy with stress. You plugged in your earphone to calm the stress and raw thinking.

Love don't care---by simi keep playing in your ears. Your eyes fold into the music. You keep replaying the music overtime. It's the highest volume. You're alone in that night. The rest of at a hostel have gone for a vigil.

You plan to visit her the next day. You saved her name in your memory. Lorena. Fine name with unpredictable fact.

You get to her hostel. You were directed to her apartment. You were happy. You walk majestically. You mean to burn the butterflies in your stomach. For anything, I don't care.

I love her. I really do. You heard a voice from afar. Like a cry. You get to make a clear picture of her voice. Exactly. She's the one. You thought what could happen?

Maybe she also love me? Maybe she's regretting her past actions. You feel so relief. Your choice is here. You hold your emotions and run into the room. forgot to knock.

You see Lorena on a guy naked. Mehh! You wanted to faint but not here. Maybe in your room.

(C) Adeniran joseph (prince Joe)