“The Flap of a Butterfly’s Wings in the Amazon can Cause a Tornado in Texas”
I didn’t mean to kill her, as guilty as that sounds. She was my darkest childhood- A past that’s been resurfacing as haunting memories I could not fully remember. She did though- She remembered like it was yesterday. You can say my attempt to fix it worked however. I was wallowed in happiness when I awoke to her golden locks and dainty fingers sprawled amongst my chest.
I didn’t mean to kill her brother. My happiness soon echoed into four white walls, captivated by light-reflecting badges and astonishing evaluations. My brain held forty years worth of lifetimes that I strangely found better than this one. Somehow my open wounds closed when her childlike figure appeared back in front of me, and I told her to never talk to me again. It became a lifetime of disseminated pain that only I could now remember, but her unpaved innocence made it worthy.
