Taurus Butterfly Novels & Stories

Nathan hurriedly asked in a worried tone, "What about Taurus? Wasn't Taurus with the alpacas that day?" Taurus was the rooster Luna was raising. Since they were raising it at home, they couldn't just keep calling it 'the rooster'. Therefore, Connie named it, 'Taurus'. Taurus had made its debut among the pet owners' social circles in Taadi City on Twitter. Hilda even made a series of outfits for it. She also highly recommended raising a rooster in the pet luxury goods magazine she created. As a result, there was a sudden chicken raising boom in Taadi City, and the price of roosters soared because of her.

“You see? I have a butterfly of my own!” It was located just to the side of my collarbone, so that it wouldn’t be visible even if I wore short sleeves. It was tiny, but the butterfly was gorgeously inked with wings that were blue at the top that faded to green at the bottom wings. “My middle name is Caria, which is a species of butterfly as well. So I got the tattoo made with special colored ink.” The honk of a car horn told me that my mother was here to pick me up. Shoving the pendant into his hands, I got up from the stairs and dusted myself off.

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.