I am currently participating in The Butterfly Project. And if you have a loved one, a friend or even you who is supporting or even taking part in The Butterfly Project like me. This is for you.

I don't own anything but I want to promote the project because it's saving my life.

If you don't know what the project is, google it up and you'll get an answer.

I don't own anything.

But For those are self-harming themselves, participate for the better. I did.


~The Butterfly Project~

"Tris," I hear a voice calling me as I turn to see Jake, a new comrade, sitting himself down beside my sleeping bag as he watches me finish off my butterfly. I can hear him sigh. "Your butterfly died again?" He asks me as I flicker my eyes at him and slowly nod. "Forget him." He tells me.

I can't.

"He's not even worth all the blood and harm your inflicting on yourself." Jake continues.

But he is –Tobias is worth the pain. Even if his mother exiled me.

"He chose his mother over you,"

Evelyn gave him no choice, and I hate him for it. But I know that I can't hate him forever.

"Here," Jake's hands reaches out as he takes the pen from my hand and my wrist in another as he continues to draw within the butterfly as I watch him write something inside the wings before he lets my wrist go. "My grandma wants all of us outside later for a meeting." He says and leaves my tent wordlessly after that.

I don't look up from the words that Jake wrote as I resisted the urge to slit the butterfly like my previous ones.

'Tobias loves Tris.'

Those three words were saving me right now and I was going to let this butterfly live this time. I won't let it die when his name is on it. Because if I kill this butterfly, I would be killing our love, and I know deep down that Tobias will find me outside the walls one day. I'll just have to keep waiting until then. But for now, I'll continue to participate in the Butterfly project.

"I love you, too." I whisper and kiss the butterfly before I picked up the pen and wrote below the butterfly.

Tobias Eaton

"Tris," I hear Jake calling from outside as I stood up and left my tent. Yes, I won't kill it this time. Because I love him. And he loves me too. I'll fight for my life this time. Because he would want me to. And I will. For him.

For Tobias.


We will keep living because our loved ones wouldn't want us to be in pain. Like Tris, I'll keep fighting for my life.