Droite was staring at her window, she was lonely, nobody could always hear her, she wanted to belong but something felt so wrong everywhere she was… she wished she could breakaway, she wished she could learn how to fit in, she sighed and sat there staring at the window as it was raining, she would not forget all the ones that she loved.

Droite knew it would be hard but she would pull through, she would come out of the darkness and into the sun and she would take a risk and make a change, she would break away. Droite stood up "I will get better…" she said and walked out into the rain and took off into the sky, she flew off, she was going to take a change, she flew off into the rain as it blurred her vision, Droite couldn't see, nobody can hear her anyway, she don't belong.

Droite know she not belong, she flew off into the sky, she would spread her wings, she learned how to fly to learn to touch the sky, she was better then all of them, she broke away, she had done it, she would not forget the ones she loved like Kaito. She took a risk with her heart and it got broken so she would fly away.

Droite continued off into the sky, she never stopped, she became one with the big warm breeze in the sky, she flew off into a rain cloud and never came back, Droite was a true butterfly…

A true butterfly…

"Goodbye my Heartland…" Droite said as she kept flying, she would never forget anyone there, she took a risk with her heart and it got broken, she would never forget anyone her job her life, nothing. "Goodbye…"

Droite had to keep moving on, moving on, fly away she had to… she had to…

Droite flew into Kaito's window and broke it with her fist as she entered his window and said "It is not easy to say goodbye…" and Kaito screamed "What?! D-droite..?"

"Goodbye Kaito…" Droite pet his head, she grabbed his hair and threw him into the wall and flew off again, she smiled, she would miss him. Droite was finally as free as a butterfly.

Droite didn't need anybody, she was a free butterfly.

"Goodbye Kaito… I don't need you anymore…" Droite said as she flew off into the sun and clouds in the rain, she would never take a risk again, never, ever again.

Droite was a strong butterfly and she would breakaway.

Droite had broke away.