Butterflies

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕩 // 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟

Sawyer’s POV

When he walked into me, my face dropped in shock. Had he really done that? 

The boy who had woken me and made me laugh in a time where I believed I couldn’t, just turned stone cold on me. I don’t know what I was expecting, people never change. 

I shook my head and walked the other direction. I had no clue where I was going until I ended up outside. I stood in the middle of the grass looking between two directions to go. Either out onto the vast green lawn with a few others, or, I could go down to the water. But remembering what had happened to me just a mere two days ago, I opted for the third option which caught my eye. 

The sun stretched over the space in front of me, illuminating the world around. There were quite a few trees, but one caught my interest more than others. A large oak, its branches wide and twisted. I made my way towards the large plant and placed my hand gently on the trunk. Its bark was calloused and rough, but not enough to hurt. 

I looked up and around the side of the tree, looking for just the right spot to climb. It wasn’t a difficult task to complete. Before I knew it I was sitting upon a thick branch, maybe 10 feet off the ground. I could see a lot from here, especially the other children playing. I leaned against the trunk with a sigh. My grandma and I used to climb trees when we were both younger. Memories to be remembered and relived, but to never occur again. 

“You really are like her aren’t you?” A voice startled me out of my thoughts. I looked below me and saw not a single figure. No one was around me, so I called out. 

“Millard is that you?” I asked, my eyes still panning the scenery around me. 

“Yup, and by the way, I’m below you and a little to the left,” his words sounded out again from exactly where he said he was. 

“Oka- Wait are you naked?” I shook my head at the thought. “Yeah,” thank god he was invisible. 

“Well then, uh, I’m guessing you were talking about my grandma?”

“Yes, I am. You’re quite similar to her. You guys act alike, have the same hobbies, you even look the same. Must be why it’s hard for Enoch to be near you,” his words seemed to stab me like a knife. I knew I looked like her, she always said so and showed me photos of her at this age, but Enoch hated being around me? Because I looked like my grandma?

“Wait hold on, I have some questions, can you answer them?” I asked, leaning down. 

“I can try my best.” With that I climbed down the tree and sat next to the now visible smushed space in the green grass. 

“What happened between my grandma and Enoch?” I asked looking to where millard was, him starting to put on clothes from the little pile next to him that I seemed to miss. I heard a sigh before he started speaking. 

“Well that’s a long story. It all started when Amelia came to live with us, around the same time as Abe. Both of them being from Poland, they were together when they learned english. Miss P usually led the class, but one day she didn’t feel well, so she had Enoch teach the class. Amelia always struggled with English, so afterwards she had Enoch help her some more. Everyday since they spent time in his room, him helping her learn the new language and her helping him with his peculiarity. They very quickly became friends, always chatting at dinner and making jokes. We were all shocked that she was able to break through his tough shell, but it seemed as if it was as easy as breathing for her.” His words were paced and filtered by a strong british accent, but it wasn’t hard to tell how they felt. “Very soon they fell in love, and Miss P allowed it, just like she allowed Abe and Emma to be together. They were so happy together, it was nice to see Enoch happy. Not long after, Abe left to join the war and fight Hollows, and that made Amelia want to leave too. So one day she did, and she visited and sent letters and photos until one day she didn’t anymore. We didn’t hear from her until your mother was born. That’s how we found out she’d been married. It broke Enoch’s heart, worse than Emma’s.”