Butterflies

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 // 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕎𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨

Sawyer’s POV

September 2nd, 1940 // October 3rd, 2016

The wooden door in front of me creaked as I opened it to sneak into Enoch’s room. The cool night fell right along with the darkness of the atmosphere.  I tip-toed my way across the old floor, making sure not to hit anything that would make a noise. 

My eyes slowly adjusted to my surroundings, and I saw Enoch’s sleeping form on his bed. He was cuddled deep into his blankets with light snores emanating from his airways. I made my way over to him with a smile, and sat down onto the comfort that is the dead-risers bed. I hovered my hand over his face, gently placing it over his warm skin sending a shiver down my spine. 

His snores ceased and I could hear his breath become lighter as consciousness plagued him. “Sawyer? What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice was grovely with undertones of confusion. I giggled at his cute demeanor. 

“Come on, sleepyhead. We’re going for an adventure," I leaned down and whispered in his ear. I felt him shiver as a chill ran down his spine. His tall figure sat up and stretched his lanky arms above his head, all the while a contagious yawn escaped his kissable lips. I smiled at how infatuated I was with this boy, and how happy he makes me by just existing. His face finally turned towards me but his features were still blacked out by the darkness. He threw his comforter off him, standing up and walking around to me. He leaned down, face level with mine and even in the darkness I could see the mischievous glint in his irises. 

“What do you have planned?” I could hear the smirk in his tone. I leaned over from my position on his bed to turn on the light. The warm light illuminated his face which shone with risk and excitement. A similar smirk pulled at the corners of my lips as I explained what I had planned for us. 

As I came to an end with my words he moved over to his wardrobe, pulling out two sweaters. He threw one over his head before tossing the other gently at me. Landing on my face he let out a soft snort. 

“Here, if we’re going to be outside you’ll need this because it's cold,” he said as he pulled the comfortable material over my own head. I looked up at him as the fabric hit my collar bones and I admired the detail in his honey irises. He just looked right back at me after my arms were in the sleeves of the sweater that was too big for me. He rolled the sleeves up that went well past my fingertips and pulled me to my feet. I instantly moved towards his window, looking down the steep roof to the soft green grass outside, freshly covered in rain drops. 

“Sawyer? What are you doing?” Enochs Scottish accent broke through the silence of the night as I pushed the single paned window open. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. 

“Sneaking out,” I shrugged my shoulders like it was nothing, but in fact I knew this was very dangerous. I had an idea, but that's exactly what it was. An idea. And I had no clue if it was going to work. 

“We can’t go that way, we’ll fall off the roof!” he yelled in a frantic whisper. His face showed irritation and annoyance, no doubt at how naive I was being. And yes, I knew I was being naive, but I wanted to know what I could do. 

“Maybe, or maybe not. Do you trust me?” He nodded at me and I stuck one foot out of the window and straddled the window sill. I swung my other foot over in a swift motion and gestured him towards me. He followed my actions and now we both had our feet dangling out the window. I looked at him and smiled right before pushing myself to slide down the old fashioned roof. I almost fell forward at the impact of my feet on the gutter but I pushed myself back in time. 

I felt the shudder of the gutter beneath me as Enoch landed next to me. “Where do we go from here, sweetheart?” I lifted my eyes from the ground to look at him. He had both hands braced behind him on the roof as if terrified to fall forward. 

“Well, this is where my theory comes in,” he cut me off with a groan, “If I can control water and it just rained a bunch, wouldn’t I be able to catch us with it?” 

“Maybe, and that's a big maybe. Sawyer you just learned how to work your abilities and trauma debilitates them.”

“Do you trust me?” She raised an eyebrow. A mischievous grin crossed his face. 

“Yes.”
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Third Person POV

September 2nd, 1940 // October 4th, 2016

The night air was cool against their faces, nipping at pale and freckled skin. Both teens were barefoot over damp grass; the rain had only just stopped. Sawyer had Enoch by his hand, their sleeves brushing together as she practically dragged the tired boy over the lawn. She looked over her shoulder at him, a smile gracing her face. He smiled back, the dent of his dimples shadowing under the moonlight. 

They slowly made their way far enough from the house to not be seen, slinking to lay on the grass. The stars above them stuck out like neon colors under LED lights. Constellations from outer space, a sight millions of years old, yet it seemed like this was their first time truly seeing them. Sawyer enjoyed the sight; it brought back memories from when she was with her grandma. Turning her head, she drank in the sight of the curly haired brunette beside her. The boy held admirable features, ones she’d never be tired of. 

He relished in the celestial beings as well. The stars were the same ones he was used to, ones he had seen every day for over a hundred years, and with her by his side, they looked as gorgeous as ever. Sawyer turned her head back towards the sky, her mind plagued with a crazy train of thoughts.

They laid there, throw-on sweaters sticking to the grass, not caring if they got wet, for all of their attention was on the vast expanse on display for them. 

“You know, my grandma used to do this with me when I was younger – it was kind of our thing.” Her voice was soft, it seemed to echo in the tranquil darkness. Enoch turned his head to look at the girl. His eyes draped over her side profile, taking in her beauty and flaws. He didn’t even notice the smile that grew on his face. 

“Is that why you yanked me out of bed in the middle of the night?” he joked, Sawyer turned her head back towards him, a laugh emitting from her chest. The sound was heaven to the boy. 

“Maybe,” she giggled out, “It was a place that felt as if it was only for us. Somewhere only me and her knew.” There was an exasperated sigh that escaped from the girl. She held a nostalgic look in her eyes, the stars reflecting off of them. 

Enoch could tell Sawyer missed her grandma, after all she was so close with me. His heart ached for her, wanting to do nothing but remove her pain. He reached his warm hand over, and placed it gently on her soft jawline. Her eyes flittered towards him, deep intense green meeting honey brown. He could hear the breath that caught in her throat, feeling his heart skip in the same way. No matter how long he knew her he could never get used to how pretty she was. 

Enoch placed pressure in her face to turn her head towards him. Her eyes raked over his face, taking in his messy curly hair, his lips, his long eyelashes. Nothing but love shown in either of their features. 

“I guess we’ll have to make this somewhere only we know,” He breathed out. And for the first time in a long time, Sawyer felt content and happy. 

He turned her head back towards the sky, a new sense washing over her. Goosebumps and a chill ran over her body. It seemed as if the stars shone a little brighter in the eternal darkness at that moment. Her grandma's words from her dream rang through her ears. Something she hadn’t mentioned to Enoch before. 

“Hey Enoch?”