Butterfly Moth (GxG)

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Geometridae: Geometer moths are moths belonging to this family. Geometridae is of the insect order Lepidoptera. It is the second largest family of moths in the world. Larvae are called "inch-worms" because of their walking patterns.
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Nyx was already sat in between the couch and the glass coffee table come eleven o'clock on Sunday morning. Her mind had begun to make her feel dizzy with the constant switching of mindsets.

After what Diane told her on Wednesday, she suddenly felt guilty for going against her. She was trying to protect her only child from the horrors of a scary world, who was Nyx to counteract that? Was she being unfair? That want to experience the day for herself never left, which only made her feel worse about it all. Diane was far older than her and she knew what was beyond the yellow house. Nyx hadn't the slightest clue.

When the sound of knuckles softly hitting wood filled the living room, Nyx startled out of her daze and perked up. As much as she was all over the place mentally, the need for human contact was too great to push away.

"Hello." The girl spoke. Nyx instantly found a smile on her lips even if she was scared. "It's been a little while."

Nyx wanted to nod, to let herself be known, but she kept still, hidden behind the white couch. The girl always paused between sentences, as though she was waiting for a reply. But as much as Nyx loved to listen to her, she wasn't going to use her voice. That would be going too far. "Are you related to Miss Alisman?"

That was their family name, something that Diane explained to Nyx when she was very little. Apparently all people have at least a first and a last name, and some people even have a middle. Nyx didn't, she only had a first and a last.

She had to think deeply about how to respond. What was the girl going to do with that information? She said that she wouldn't tell anyone. Why would she say that she wasn't going to tell and then do so anyway? Deciding that it wouldn't hurt, she knocked once on the wooden frame of the glass coffee table.

"Are you her daughter?" More hesitation as Nyx made up her mind. The girl was just a kid, like her, so telling her those things couldn't possibly hurt. Right? One knock. "Oh." Her quiet made Nyx anxious. What if she left? Nyx didn't want her to leave. Not yet. "I don't understand why you never leave. Are scared of leaving? I think it's called agoraphobia."

Nyx had never heard of such a word. Was that what it was called when you were scared of leaving? Of leaving where? Her home? That didn't make much sense to her, so she quickly knocked twice on the wood and then waited for more of the girl's voice.

"You're not scared of leaving? Then why are you here?" Nyx didn't know how to answer those questions if they weren't yes or no questions. Besides, she knew that she couldn't answer that one anyway. That was the number one thing that she knew she couldn't do. "Right. Sorry. Does Miss Alisman hurt you?"

The image of her blue eyes going dark as shadows shrouded her features. The bruise on her wrist from her mother's own hand. That pungent odor that she sometimes came home with. Forcing herself to calm down, Nyx knocked twice. Diane wasn't herself on those nights. She said that it was the demon's work. That was what the outside world did to her.

But if that were true, then why was that girl able to go out there and still seem nice? Nyx only ever saw her kind brown eyes once, but she couldn't forget them. They didn't look tainted or impure. Slowly, Nyx's world was being tilted and a foreign light was attempting to get in. The problem was that Nyx didn't know if she should let that light illuminate.

Like a moth drawn to the flame, Nyx wanted all of that light to shine down onto her as much as she wanted to see the sunlight. She was a moth shrouded in the darkness of night, unable to experience the warmth of day. And yet, she knew that she wasn't meant to experience it at all. She was meant to remain in the cold, damp darkness.

"Okay. I told my mom that I was only coming out to pick some flowers by the dead end sign to put in our kitchen. She's going to be worried if I don't come back." Some shuffling before she finished. "I'm free from Sunday to Tuesday. Expect me on those days. I'll keep you company in this lonesome house. Goodbye."

Nyx wanted to say goodbye. She wanted to thank her for her kindness. For being the only other person that Nyx had ever been able to listen to. But she didn't say anything. She just waited for the sound of the mail slot swinging shut. Then she pulled her knees to her chest and cried into them.

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