Butterflies

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 // 𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪

Millard’s POV

September 3rd, 1940 // September 3rd, 2016

A day had passed since Enoch and Sawyer were separated, and boh had seemed down since. I filled Emma in with the permission of Sawyer, and we kept an eye on her. Today, I planned to speak with the bird. 

I stood in front of her office doors, collecting my thoughts before knocking on one of the doors politely. 

A muffle 'come in' sounded through, and I opened one of the doors.  

Pushing the door open, the sight of my ymbryne writing came into vision. She looked up to me, a plain look on her face. 

“Miss P, I have matters I would like to discuss.” 

“Alright Millard, have a seat,” she gestured to the chairs in between us, and I moved to sit down. “What is it?” 

“I would like you to reconsider Enoch and-“ I started, but the bird raised her hand and cut me off. 

“Millard, if this is about the relationship between Enoch and Sawyer, you may leave right now.” 

I felt my anger rise. “Miss Peregrine, you don’t understand. You never even listened to what they had to say!” 

“I don’t need too Millard! I already know the outcome if this were to continue!” 

“Oh? And what would that be?” I questioned in defense. 

“It would end with both of them hurt. I’m your ymbryne, and I’m supposed to protect you children, and I am protecting them by keeping them apart,” She stood up, hands flat on the desk, authority prominent in her voice. 

“But Miss Peregrine, Sawyer needs Enoch. Please, let me explain,” I begged, dropping my tone down. 

“Fine, why do you believe they need each other?” She sat back down. I took a deep breath before starting. 

“Haven’t you noticed how happy they make each other? How nice Enoch had gotten since Sawyer got here? He helps her learn more about her peculiarity and how to control it. They’re good for each other. And…” I trailed off the last part, not fully sure if I wanted to tell her of Sawyer's secret. 

“And?”

“Sawyer self harms. And being around Enoch makes her stop. They need each other.” 

I watched as Miss P glanced down to her desk, eyebrows furrowed, and worry plagued her sharp features. We sat in silence for a while before she looked up to me with the same look. 

“I’m sorry, but I just cannot let history repeat itself.” 

“But Miss P-“ I began to protest but was cut off once more. Not by the bird, but a loud crash and intense sobbing. We both immediately stood up and rushed towards the sound. 

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Sawyer’s POV

September 3rd, 1940 // September 3rd, 2016

Emma and I went to get the mail to get me out of the house as a distraction from the sinking feeling I had in my stomach. Millard and I had told her everything, and I was never without one of them due to me being unsafe by myself. So when Millard had something to take care of, unknown to us, Emma suggested we go get the mail or post as they call it. 

We stepped back into the house and slipped out shoes off before settling into the kitchen. Emma lifted herself onto the counter as I leaned against it. I sorted through the mail, placing them in piles to the respective person. Then I came upon a letter addressed to me from my grandmother. I missed her so much, I wonder why she’s writing to me?