Butterfly

Silk wings scar eyes of evil. Flowing with the wind without effort or struggle. He flies, forever falling but ceasing to touch the ground.

He walks through the crowd of people making their way to jobs. He does not know them but they know him. He easily becomes the topic of conversation. He is classified as a freak or a creep. If only they took a second to look to understand, maybe possible someday their expressions would change.

Only few unknowingly accepted portions of his sorrow, his sanity. He couldn't blame the people around him. He almost thought of signing himself into the mental hospital himself.

Suddenly, lost in thought he tripped. Falling through the air with a sick feeling in his stomach, his spontaneous flight was stopped.

'Oh no, oh no, oh no. I cant take another person's screams. I don't want them to yell at me. I've heard enough I...'

But no one uttered a word. He rested there in the stranger's arms for only a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity.

"Your skin. It's so cold." The stranger spoke in a husky tone.

He looked into the stranger's eyes and brushed away an ebony tress from his forehead. Realizing he was still in his arms he regained his balance.

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to, please. It was just an accident. Forgive me." The smaller one said glancing into the stranger's eyes again.

"Sure. But on only one condition."

The ebony haired one sighed and nodded his head quickly. His eyes widened and he awaited his task.

"Meet me at this same place tonight around 10:00."

He nodded uncomfortably and turned to walk away. He felt the stranger grasp is arm.

"By the way I didn't catch your name."

"It's Ryan." Ebony said

"Mine's Michael. Don't ever forget that."