A butterfly is a creature of beauty. However it's beauty is fragile and short- lived. Les Papillon Amants is the story of two lovers, destined to live, destined to love, destined to die. Chapter two: Maybe it was self- conscious, maybe it was a case of déjà vu, young master Draco knocking into Chantel while adjusting his seat, causing her to spill her ladle of soup on his once spotless pants.Then again maybe it was fate?

Chantel ran. Ran from the messenger of the dark news, ran from her thoughts, ran from the dorm, ran from the sadness proven too much to take. The sun had set and all around her was darkness. She ran towards the garden and found herself under the oak tree once again. Ironic isn’t it? The change of events. The oak tree a source of comfort and happiness had become a metaphor of decay and death. Darkness was around her, but she was numb, wishing the darkness would engulf her, with it her mind, body and soul to save her from this misery.