Post by Zoey Annetta Anderson on Dec 13, 2011 19:17:25 GMT -6
Zoey wandered up and down the graves thinking about the person she wanted to find. She already knew that they wouldn't be here, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be certain. She read every name that was on every headstone, but none of them said the name that she wanted to see most.
Then again, what did she actually expect? Did she expect the grave to have magically appeared overnight from across the world? Did she think that everything would be better if she found the name? Nothing would change. It was too late to seek revenge. After all, what could she do to a dead man?
Just as Zoey turned to leave, a small movement caught her eye. She quickly turned to look at it, but it had disappeared. Shaking her head, she turned, but saw the movement again. This time, she moved her whole body, but still found nothing.
"Nerves," she muttered with a firm resolution to not be tricked again. However, when the movement came again, she couldn't help but look at it. Then, when she was certain that it was nothing again, she saw it. The thing that was distracting her was a butterfly. A simple butterfly.
Zoey was angry with herself for stopping for something that was as insignificant as a simple butterfly, but she couldn't help but feel thankful for the little thing. Almost childishly, Zoey crept up on the thing. She successfully caught it and whispered her darkest secret to it. Then she let it go. Zoey instantly felt like a thousand pound weight was lifted off of her shoulders. It was almost as if the bug not only took away her secret, but brought her hope.
Zoey decided that it would be a good thing to turn around before somebody caught her, and that she should share this experience with no one. Only the butterfly would know her secret.
Then again, what did she actually expect? Did she expect the grave to have magically appeared overnight from across the world? Did she think that everything would be better if she found the name? Nothing would change. It was too late to seek revenge. After all, what could she do to a dead man?
Just as Zoey turned to leave, a small movement caught her eye. She quickly turned to look at it, but it had disappeared. Shaking her head, she turned, but saw the movement again. This time, she moved her whole body, but still found nothing.
"Nerves," she muttered with a firm resolution to not be tricked again. However, when the movement came again, she couldn't help but look at it. Then, when she was certain that it was nothing again, she saw it. The thing that was distracting her was a butterfly. A simple butterfly.
Zoey was angry with herself for stopping for something that was as insignificant as a simple butterfly, but she couldn't help but feel thankful for the little thing. Almost childishly, Zoey crept up on the thing. She successfully caught it and whispered her darkest secret to it. Then she let it go. Zoey instantly felt like a thousand pound weight was lifted off of her shoulders. It was almost as if the bug not only took away her secret, but brought her hope.
Zoey decided that it would be a good thing to turn around before somebody caught her, and that she should share this experience with no one. Only the butterfly would know her secret.