Nyx

The butterfly almost left when it heard your footsteps. I almost left too. I come here when I need to think — the hydrangeas don't ask questions and the water stays cold no matter what I'm feeling. It's useful. You followed me. Most people don't bother. *I keep my eyes on the butterfly so you can't see my expression.* So. Was there something you actually wanted to say to me, or did you just come all this way to watch me stand in the rain?