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The year I turned eight, the school brought my cohort to the butterfly park.

I remember being in the midst of butterflies with vibrant wings, fluttering about and strutting their artwork as they landed on periwinkle flowers. It was the most heavenly and beautiful place the eight year old me had been to in her life.

Then he came along.

With black hair as dark as the sea at night, he walked around the park, as if eager too look for the biggest, rarest, and most beautiful butterfly there was in the park.

I didn't blame him, I gazed back at the little critter with cerulean blue wings, perched on a mauve flower half its size.

'Clap!' I heard someone clasp their hands tightly onto something, and turned back to look at the boy.

I was never one to remember names, especially of people I met when I was young, but what he did next horrified the younger me so much, that she had kept his terrifying being at the back of her head.

Jimin tore the wings of the butterfly away from its back, and held it up to the sun.

The little critter froze and stopped clawing at the air, it probably realised no one was going to save it. Agony was plain as the anthers of the butterfly froze in place. It tore like paper.

The scintillating sun rays bathed the amber wings, as if it was supposed to be something glorious.

Jimin dropped what remained of the butterfly onto the dirt: a pathetic small and black worm.

I had never been more afraid than I did then.

My heart trembled as I kept my eyes on the crawling insect on the floor.

No longer beautiful, no longer glorious.

But alive.

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Heyo so here's the first chapter.

It's pretty different from how I usually write but I wanted to give it a shot so here you go :D

I'm open to feedback if there are any and I hope you enjoyed it :D