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Clary when a butterfly had landed on her finger. She smiled at it,as it reminded her of you. "(Y/N),used to like the color pink."
She smiled sadly as it flew away. Left her,just as you had did. And she found herself whispering the same words she had when you left. "Please don't leave me"
