My Cat Had His Ear Tips Removed

Butterfly Boken
Category: Originals.
Disclaimer: This story and its characters are fictitious, any resemblance to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. This has been writing non-profit. Any reproduction in whole or in part without permission is plagiarism (a crime!).
Note: * Dou / To, Non / In, * Mentions relationship adult / child; * Death of a character - (nothing graphic) -
Word counter: 3000 approx.
Summary: I realized that the only way I, a being broken, a broken wing, can escape from your hands and finally be free is to die.

Brokenso like everyone? Could it be that the rest of the world really cared? A

teenagers looked on from the corner, hidden under an umbrella protecting the drops. He turned his face a little to see them for a few seconds and turned his eyes to the pavement soaked by passing traffic. Heard them whisper among themselves, but downplayed.

The rain began to intensify, completely soaking her clothes if it was somewhat dry. Suddenly ceased to feel the water hitting himself. Heard a new buzz that he attributed toamp; oacute; to respond.

flipped A sigh was lost between them, and silence returned to wrap.

Let me describe the scene: the boy was not more than eighteen, with short hair and dark molasses eyes, wearing canvas sneakers, blue jeans and a low shot with a black T-shirt L Gothic white man would not pass the twenty-six (or so it seemed), blond hair, blue eyes and white skin like porcelain beautifully dressed in a gray suit and black tie. The two leaning against the wall and the largest holding an umbrella. The two largest in the silence that can befurther from reality .- said.

and persistent rain continued, ending in front of them drops a spectacle of dancing, crashing to the ground.

"We are drops of water, thinking ourselves free until they collide with the reality that our destiny is to fall and nothing else. ... Do not remember where I heard that ...

- And you really believe that, Dan? What is your fate to fall and nothing else? - Asked the blonde.

"I do not know what to believe, which is different ...

The homuctor responsible to do.

- And what did he say?

"That I'm a fucking target. And that you're a fucking degenerate .- yelled disappointed.

"It is perfectly monstrous the way people today going around saying, behind one, things that are absolutely and completely true.

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- and laughed a little.

"I do not find it funny.

- By God! The last time you hang out with the sad face ... I do agree to whenl smoke, right? - asked the child saving the package.

"I got used .- fríoy said in a tone sharp.

And silence again, as only listened to reduce the noise drops, the rain ceasing little. Both were silent, until the blond had finished smoking his cigarette. He looked at the boy with a strange face that the other understood immediately.

"Do not even think.

- Too bad! - Made a funny "pot" as if he were a child - why you thoughtI brought you to this place where no one for miles around? - quipped.

I do not care, Thiago, I'm not in the mood for sex, and less here.

- Daniel bad! - Falsely cried angrily.

"Whatever you say ...

The inn continued strange smile on his lips. The most carefree sighed while lit another cigarette. He did not care who had no relations, the theater was simply angry and disturbed. It was entertaining to disturb the child.

A small orange butterfly pas ó flying in front of them hitting the glass flew forward and finally, after a couple of attempts to enter, he gave up and continued walking.

- Do you remember when you liked the butterflies? You stayed all day in the yard watching them ... It was fun to watch you .- was courageous - What happened that you prefer?

"I still like. It's just that seeing them makes me sad.

- Why? - Pry, focusing your eyes on the red lips of his companion.

"Before I liked it flew free, but since you got married to my mom I realized that I would never be able to fly free as them, so I'm sorry.

- And why not? Who told you you were not able to be free?

The story was becoming more fun, more entertaining. The fears and distrust that tie the mind of the supposed fun boy. A fun little traditional, probably other sordid be labeled.

"When that day came that butterfly in your hands and what happenedhappened that night I realized I was not going to get rid of you.

- Now it's my fault that ...?

-understood, "she interrupted," that would be your butterfly rotates the rest of my life .- concluded. Thiago

smiled widely and openly. That phrase seemed simply charming, full of conflicted emotions as he felt he was the heart of Daniel. It sounded too dramatic, however, was full of real meaning and free from prejudices contaminacióny others.

- Can we go back

"You should not torture yourself thinking so much .- advised him while waiting for the lights will enable you to move on.

"Maybe you're right.

and snuggled into her seat, quite surti fatigue effect on your exhausted mind. After a few minutes sueñoy fell prey to sleep. The blond described him as charming as an angel fallen from heaven at the mercy of their claws and fantasies.

quiet is contained and managed to get home. There he left her bed to sleep until it satisfiesute, trying to wake him gently, with the vague hope that it was all a bad nightmare.

was cold. His body was cold. Still, pale ... Inert and cold ... Her child was dead. Had been killed.

"Call an ambulance .- asked, what the long-haired brunette immediately obeyed.

Alone in the room as he had wished when he left him sleeping in the same bed in which lay the body now. Finally released him and carefully placed in the same position. It ised tears and stepped back to look again. Noticed an envelope on the bedside table, next to another small bottle and a couple of blisters.

took to find the perfect name scrawled in black. He opened it slowly and read a new cry was attacked.

If you're reading this, Thiago, it's because I'm already dead. And yes, I chose the cowardly way and I am aware of it. My answer: I am not trying to be brave.

truth had

CY would like to say one last thing. For better or for worse. I would say this as a last wish, and take it like this, please.

I tell you, or perhaps I feel obliged to tell me ... I love you. Just that, as simple as two words that would later have a morbid sense. I love you, but I think what we did was wrong. I love you and I keep repeating in my head as the song missed.

If I were playing with matches or just my body and my feelings are things that do not know, but I must tell you that I would love to hear outfrom your lips that phrase. No matter if you do not feel, nor whether it is for and it makes you feel bad. I wanted you to know and nothing more.

Anyway, I wanted to say goodbye and leave that I love you. And if you could forgive me and end it all, right? Also thanks for the vivid moments, the pain caused, mental commitments and the secret burial. And all that was erased, it has survived this weird feeling that I became infatuated called love.

Thiago, I love you.

Adi & oacute; s!

the time the ambulance arrived and was not a single body. When Daniel was lying next to the blond, with a horrible wound in the wrist and even some pills into his mouth without swallowing. an inscription on the wall with blood read:

I love you too Daniel. Sorry did not tell you when it was worth.

Goodbye

not. See you in hell, my broken wing!

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Dialogue taken from

The Picture of Dorian Gray

of Oscar Wilde.