There was a fly storm when this idea came to me.

I was lying in bed and my little sister Abbie {10} Said wouldnt it be cool if there was a butterfly storm?

So this sotry goes out to her. It will not have any lemons becuase its for my little sister.

But i will go a sequal and there will be juicy lemons, apples, and grapes in all of it!

So enjoy.

Song for this chapter: James Blunt - Your Beautiful

Enjoy the...

Butterfly Storm.

EdwardPOV

Standing at the edge of the forest, Forks- Wasinton.

The sun beating down hot and hard on the back of my neck, highlighting my bronze locks.

Gripping onto the two tree trunks hoisting myself up the small lifted ground onto the wet fresh moss.

I began my trek though the forest, hoping, dreaming that it was still there.

My meadow.

A perfect circle surronded by tree of different shades of green from the darkest to the most vibrent, flowers ranging from the brightest of reds to to the softest of violets,

Growing wildely in the open space a small crytstal blue lake could be heard in the distance.

Tall sunflowers plotted here and there as the sun blared down onto the little space lighting up everything making it magical.

I found this place after my girlfriend Tanya decided things had gone to far, after such a gloomy dark day this place lightened my most horrible moods.

It smelt of sunshine and honeysuckle, the buzzing of the bees and the sound of freash dew drops on leaves as you walked into the meadow created the perfect harmony.

Besides the hum of the lake and animals the place was silenced. Untouched. Undiscoved by human antincs which would have teared it down into a new car park for the local store.

So consumed in my thoughts of the bright meadow even on the darkest of days- i tripped over a overgrown root.

Grabbing onto some pieces of bark i lifted myself up and continued my trek.

Though the gabs in the tree spots of light casted though the forest, showing small specs of dust floating around.

Stepping over logs and badger homes i found the opening i have been looking for.

Gribbing the the trees trying toget there as fast as i could the sound of a bell like laugh sounded in my ears.

SO magical, i saw the specs of flowers just by my recked lime green converses noticing the chiming of bells- like laugh helped me get here a little faster.

Hearing the laugh again i looked up and all of my air supply was rushed out of my lungs.

There in the middle of my meadow surroned by the beauty of the flowers a storm of butterflys of all colours, shapes, pattens and sizes swarmed around the meadow completing the fairy-tale look.

Stood a girl, with her back to me her long silky hair reflected by the sun showing hints of the darkest red tumbling down her back reaching past her slender hips.

Wearing a white sundress that complement her porceulin snow white skin it had outlines of vines, birds, flowers and plants shaded in red.

She lept across the meadow laughing her hair following in waves after her filling my eyes with a scence of brown.

She giggled- it was the perfect melody.

"Beautiful" Muttered out of my lips and filled the meadow with silence, without the girls giggles of excitment it became a quiet place- open to the harms of the world.

I saw the girl running though the forest her back still to me holding red converses.

She was gone.

I scared the angel.

Walking into the meadow i could hear the trees shouting and cursing at me to leave, for that this is not my meadow, it was hers.

I was just a tresspasser.

There was a glint amongst the flowers and a few of the unique butterflys that were left.

Leaning down i picked up a small brown metal wolf hanging on a sliver chain.

Where is my Butterfly Angel?

Do you like it? Might make one-shot i wont if i get enough reviews!

As soon as i get 5! I will write the next chapter.

The person with the best review will be a important charter in my story.

Lets go sparkle.

Do the math.

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