The White Butterfly
His eyes flickered, life grabbing at the edges of the drain. True love’s first kiss couldn’t save him this time. If only second had the same feeling as first... Done. His death finished. Life clambered back into Ava's soul. So did sadness. It was the second time Ava had seen his death, she had wished his life was stronger. Death wasn’t an enemy anymore for her, only the death of others. The first death she saved by passion, in that kiss life slipped from him and into her. She had noticed that at each death she saw a small white butterfly was near. White for peace, Ava hoped. Ava noticed that death didn’t make her flinch anymore, only nothingness. The second time it wasn’t so lucky.
Just another death, pain can’t get worse now, if only I could tell them... He wouldn’t have died for me... Maybe he made me immortal? But mortal feelings still surround me... But I keep living through all this death... Knowing never is more harsh then maybe sometime distant. I’ll never see him... I’ll never see him again... Never for eternity will I see him. Eternity should be white. White should be peace. Peace isn’t me. He died for me and I can’t repay him except live my live for him... I shall not die. Not until I am ready.
Ready would come when life was lived. This was third time lucky for Ava. Or not. Third time most lived. Fulfilled. Pained. Joyous, if she learned. Life is made of decisions. If only Ava chooses. She could become a wise one, like the wind, or that white butterfly, who had also lived through those deaths.