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He closed his eyes, eyelashes shivering. Like a butterfly.


So you think, why not.


Offering your hands, you said, “Let’s dance,” with a tone of viewing everything insignificant. Though seemingly hesitated, he took your hands. Ergo, you smiled beamingly at him; and, his reddish eyes suddenly filled with sparkling lights.


Soon, you started to swirl around—lifting, fluttering, settling. Just like butterflies.