Lavender
AN: This one is a little odd. For more Hinata-drabble goodness, go read 'quiet corner' by toomanypickles.
5. like glass
The legs of a butterfly are sticky and ticklish on her fingertips; its exquisite wings opening, then closing, opening then closing. She's careful not to touch them, though they tempt her. So beautiful yet delicate, like thin sheets of stained glass.
If she were to close her hand, she could crush it then and there.
But why would she?
She can feel the sun on the back of her neck as she lies on the grass, watching the curious little butterfly on her finger.
Maybe she should be training to get stronger. Maybe she's just wasting time. Maybe the beautiful things don't matter.
But her world is fakely beautiful, so she doesn't much care anymore.
Carefully, she reaches over with the fingers of her other hand and pauses. The butterfly stares happily back at her. Though spectacular it is no dream; it is tangible, it is real.
She brushes one of its legs with her fingertip, just lightly. Then she grazes again, only this time a little harder. A sick-excited feeling rises in her stomach, as the butterfly flinches and flutters up into the air. Weak and small, but beautiful. She stares after it a while, before looking down at the ground with a haunted smile, regretting her actions.
Butterflies are different than her.
They can always fly away.
Such is not the case for everyone else. Often, flying away will get you nowhere.