True Love Will Survive
[ {:} Chapter Thirteen {:} The Butterfly {:} ]
This chapter is a poem-fic. The poem I am using is written by an Unknown writer.
When Lizzie was back home after her night out with "the girls," she convinced Miranda that she was okay to be left alone. Her parents and siblings had gone out for the weekend, and so she was left completely alone. Although reluctant, Miranda agreed. She left Lizzie's house, telling herself that she would call first thing in the morning, to make sure Lizzie was okay.
Once she was gone, Lizzie sat alone in the living room. She put in a movie, but could not seem to pay attention. So she got back up and took it out. Not knowing what to do, she felt the need to write. "But write what?" she asked, as if someone were in the room with her. "I guess I'll find out."
Sitting at the kitchen table, she uncapped her blue pen, and stared at the sheet. "Where to begin?" she asked. After a few seconds, it seemed as if someone was guiding her hand. She began to write, slowly but surely the words came to her.
A butterfly lights beside us,
like a sunbeam
And for a brief
moment it's glory, and beauty, belong to our world
"That's nice." Lizzie replied, as if it wasn't her own work. Her face went blank and more words came to her mind.
But then it flies on again
Tears began to brim her eyes. "My butterfly." she said, remembering David.
And although we wish it could have stayed
"It should have stayed."
We are so thankful to have seen it at all
"Very thankful." Lizzie put down her pen. Raising her hands to her head, she began to cry. "My butterfly is gone."
