Sinn's POV:
.... She left me.....
She was gone.
My angel, my redemption was gone.
I could hear the shattering sounds, I could occasionally feel the piercing pain in my hands.....
But nothing pained me more than the absence of her.
Where was she?
My butterfly....
Where are you?
What if she never came back to me?
Have I lost you for forever?
But.....
I needed her.
How do I get myself together?
There laid a broken mirror in front of me, showing me my pitiful state.
Butterfly.....
Won't you ever come back?
I need you, I want to make it up to you....
That was right!
I needed to make it up to her........
Mustering up all the strength I had left in me, I stood up and glanced out of the window.
I was going to bring my butterfly back.
She was going to come back to me.
Why?
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