12th in my drabble series, for everybody who is waiting patientently for me to respond to their PM's, I'll do it I swear!!! Love you guys!

When you were little you loved butterflies.

You loved how they bare their wings and they were pretty pretty pretty. You'd watch as they'd spread their delicate wings and fly away. Something so frail so strong. Your little heart would overflow with hope.

You know better now.

You know that pretty things are disguises. You know that if something can fly it can fall. You know that the frail never survive and the strong only grow weak.

You watch the butterfly wings break and your hope flies away.