Blue Butterfly

Written by Diana


I wrote this story about my brother. He died in an accident four years ago. Of course, his name was not Justin. Anyway I will always remember him :(

The last time I was stuck in a forest was when I was three years old. I had bad memories from the time I had to carry them every day. I could never forget them. I just could not think about it. This is human nature.

So the result with this load is twice. This was the second time. Of course, I was not alone this time. I walked very slowly. The dry leaves rustled under my feet. White fog, like death, had swallowed up the tall trees around. The shadows moved among the carefree trees. Walking in front of Hundreds of staring eyes was not an easy task at all. Where even the sky could not look, is there life?

I looked again at the worried face of Justin walking with me. He looked around in despair as if he really believed there was no escape. He was not my brother. Of course, maybe I thought so at the time.

"Justin ...?"

He stood up and looked around "Yes."

As I held his arm tightly, I asked: "How long are we going to wander?"

"I really do not know ..."

"I'm scared"

He turned and took my frozen hand in his hands: "Excuse me; But this time I cannot lie. I am a human being like you. I'm scared too. Anything can happen in a foggy forest."

"Where did it start at all?! My problem now is my own stupidity. Ten years ago, I got lost in the forest because I was running after my cat. But now for following my dog! Not funny? Why should I run after my dog at the age of thirteen?!"

I raised my voice, "... why did you come with me?!"

Justin took a deep breath: "If I had not come with you, it would not have been known whether you would have come out of this jungle alive or not!"

"It is still unknown! If you did not come with me, you would know I was lost and you would help!"

With the raindrops blowing in the forest, I lowered my voice and asked "Do you promise not to leave me alone?"

"Of course I promise! I am your brother!"

The howl of a wolf echoed through the clouds trapped by the trees.


The sound of their powerful claws was getting closer and closer.

"Diana, run away!"

I took his hand and pulled. But he pulled his wrist out of my fingers.

"I said run! I did not say let's run!"

They were so close that I could hear them breathing. I ran towards the trees with all my strength. . .

I was too far away. The sound of their howls could no longer be heard. I could only hear the sound of the river near my feet. I sat on the green grass and looked at the white silence behind me. I wiped my tears with my sleeve and waited.

The sun was slowly setting. The blue butterfly was spinning side by side with the trees that were now empty of fog. As I looked at him, he sat quietly on my arm.

It opened and closed its wings. It was as if he were saying, "Did you see? I promised not to leave you alone."

"I knew you wouldn't leave me alone, Justin" I smiled.

I was the sister of a blue butterfly...

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Diana – 28 May 2021

Hello Anne. Sorry for the delay. My mother tongue is Persian, but I am also learning English

Diana – 17 March 2021

Hello Anne. I am very happy to read your comment and thank you! I have entered four stories on the website. I have written other stories, but they are in Persian and difficult to translate. But I do my best.

Diana – 18 November 2020

Dear Clara, it can be said that it is somewhat real. I lost my brother in an accident, not in the forest.

The Curious Bookworm – 14 November 2020

I am so sorry by your loss. This is a brilliant story and you could be a future writer. What ever you do, keep on writing. Your writing style is brilliant.

BookHugger – 4 November 2020

Diana, first of all, your writing is incredible. Second of all, I’m so sorry about your brother! Losing people hurts more than so many know. But this story is beautiful and I know your brother would be so happy that you care about him so much and chose to remember him with joy and love. Have a wonderful day and keep writing