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Demyx liked butterflies.
He liked the simplicity of their life.
He loved their colors dappled across there wings as they flew through the sky, bright and cheerful.
Flying, he loved that they could just fly way from their troubles, and never look back.
They were free.
Butterflies survived. Against all odds, most of them survived. They couldn't feel fear. Living, dying, it was all the same to them.
There life cycle was short. He couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing. They started off as something plain, and ordinary. A Caterpillar. They eventually turned into something as beautiful as a butterfly.
Demyx didn't understand.
Demyx was different.
His life was anything but simple.
Darkness, kingdom hearts, light, keyblade, heart.. What were these things anyway? Why should Demyx care? What did they have to do with anything.
In his past life, he had been bright. Smart, colorful and cheerful. Now, he felt as if he knew nothing. He had no reason to be happy. And the only color he wore was black.
Demyx could only run for so long. Eventually, it would all catch up to him. He was no longer free.
The prospect of his death drew nearer every day. Soon enough, he would stop surviving.
Demyx liked butterflies.
Six months ago, one would compare Demyx to a butterfly.
Bright, cheerful, content, perfect in his own Demyx way and free.
But now, Demyx didn't know what he was.
All he knew, was tomorrow, he would die.
Like I said, don't ask.
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