Novel & Cerita It's Not Always Rainbows And Butterflies

The vibrant wildflowers, the butterflies that danced in the sunlight, and the secrets of the woods. Emily, with her youthful curiosity, eagerly and always welcomed these excursions. Always carrying a small backpack filled with sketchbooks and colored pencils, she documented the sights and sounds of the forest. Birds, insects, and flowers were captured in detail on the pages of her sketchbooks. Her passion for art and the natural world was evident, and it brought a sense of wonder and purpose to the child's life.

He declines the line and twitches his lips, knowing that his brother might still be annoyed. Yet, amidst the tension and uncertainty, there is also a peculiar tranquility. The patter of rain against the car's exterior, the solitude of the empty road, and the dim glow of streetlights create a unique, introspective experience. It's a moment of solitude and reflection, where thoughts drift and emotions rise to the surface, carried away by the relentless rain.

Only the sky blue net is the barrier on the side and roof to prevent the butterflies from flying and escaping. If I hadn’t known that it was a hill, I would have thought that a wedding would take place there. Well-wishers and people wore white and had roses. No one wears black. “Mommy, why is Granny’s wake like this? It looks like a wedding venue. It’s beautiful!” I said while smiling and looking at the flying butterflies. I cannot believe that the place looks like this.

I missed his warmth, and I missed everything about him. I don't know where our story is leading us. I don't even know if this battle would ever end but one thing is certain. No matter how frequent the storm is, no matter how strong the wind blows, no matter how hard the rain pours—the sky will be eventually cleared and the sun will eventually shine, and maybe someday a rainbow will show. Just like how I was blown back into his arms, to be with him again, even after all the struggles.

It took a moment for the sun to shine through the canopy of butterflies, casting a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors into the air. The delicate creatures fluttered their wings in unison, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and movement. Each wing was adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. As they took flight, the colors mixed and merged, creating a beautiful symphony for the eyes to behold. It was like witnessing a burst of confetti, but more magical. Darren’s hand put pressure on my waist as he led me forward. With each step, hundreds of butterflies erupted and took to the skies. The ground was covered in colorful flowers that had a sweet scent. It must have been a super attracta

Grief stricken that I have to go. Braxton puts his arm around me and holds me close, his face in my hair. He holds me like that for a long moment, breathing me in as I inhale the scents of the garden around us. A butterfly whispers by on a breeze, it’s blue and black wings catching the sunlight and giving it a twinkle. A few more in various sizes and colors follow. To be that free, like the butterflies or the birds, to take off and fly wherever I want… any time I want… wouldn’t that be heavenly?

When we get to the peak, the sunrise is worth the climb. My wings will dry at the top. And one day, when I'm ready to tell my story, the story of Natalie Ashman, I won't be afraid anymore. I'll be able to fly, fly like the butterfly. Butterflies are beautiful creatures that no one can grab in the sky. They are free to roam the earth. They take their beauty wherever they go. Everyone who has seen a butterfly knows they were a caterpillar. Caterpillars go through a magical transformation and end up in beauty. That will be me. I will spread my wings and fly. I will fly like a butterfly. And I will never be busted bubblegum ever again.

ALEX’S POV A month later… I was sitting beside the fountain in the south garden, the one I had destroyed. Tender, green shoots were dancing in the breeze. Mother nature had resurrected the garden once again, but my heart, my soul, can never be resurrected. I let out a deep sigh as I watched a butterfly emerge from its cocoon, open its wings and soar into the sky. It seemed full of life. That was because it didn’t know what life had in store for it. It didn’t realize that there were more thorns than roses in life.

I ignored it and just kept quiet. They say there's always a rainbow after rain. Truth is, I don't care on that saying, but now I am starting to care for it. How can you find something beautiful before a grief and sorrow. It's still a puzzle to me to this day. Rainbow was there, but not all the time. Like a memories haunting you for this solitude days.

“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW SNOWMEN?!” “I have seen little children make some during the Last Day of the Year Festivities, however… I am afraid I have never learned how to make one myself,” the Princess remarked, turning to look at him, “The activity itself pointless since the craft will not remain frozen like paintings or poetry will. I mean, is there a reason for us to waste our time making such things that Mother Nature itself will destroy?” “That’s why they are precious!” “Well, I think not,” she says, her voice sharp as a knife and it sounded like they were but weren’t even talking about snowmen anymore, “…these things are ridiculously fragile, I have no idea why the people even bothered.”