Butterflies adapt and make it through incredible obstacles.
The Fourth Stage: Adult Butterfly
We walk to my house in silence. There seems to be a lot of that lately. I have no idea where Jude’s truck ended up―not that it matters because it’s not really there. There is no truck, and my house isn’t even my home. None of this is real, except this stabbing pain eating away at my heart and mind.
Jude never lets me go, and for that, I’m thankful, as I doubt I’d be able to hold myself up.
Jude is right. I’m losing this battle. Each breath I take is harder than the one I took before it, but I won’t give up. Not yet.
As we walk down my driveway, Jude kisses the top of my head. His touches linger; he’s savoring whatever time we have left together. The thought breaks my heart into a million irre
