His butterfly๐Ÿฆ‹

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Summary

Him "You were always meant to be mine, Butterfly." She "Then why did you shatter me?" Him "Because keeping you felt scarier than losing you." He loved her. He still does. But love isn't always soft - sometimes it ruins, scars, and leaves you bleeding in silence. And he? He broke her in ways no one else could. Not because he didn't love her... But because he did - too much, too fast, and too selfishly. She's not the same girl anymore. She still loves him - but she's terrified of falling again. So she hides behind anger, sarcasm, and a storm she built to protect what's left of her heart. Him "You act like you hate me." She "It's easier than loving you again." His Butterfly is not a typical love story. It's the story of two broken people, stitched together by pain, passion, and a past they can't outrun. Their love is messy. Possessive. Destructive. But it's real. And no matter how far she flies, He's the storm waiting to pull her back. Because some butterflies weren't meant to be free. They were meant to be his.

Genre
Romance
Author
Hana noor
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
3
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Prologue

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Once a love is torn by trust, it rarely heals the same.

You can stitch the pieces with time, tape it with apologies, and cover it with silence โ€” but the cracks? They whisper. Loudly.


And when love becomes a battlefield between the heart and the mind,

it's the heart that begs to stay...

while the mind screams to run.


They loved each other. Deeply.

The kind of love that clings even when it bleeds.

But something โ€” everything โ€” kept going wrong.

Maybe it was the timing.

Maybe it was the damage.

Maybe it was him.

Maybe it was her.


Or maybe... it was just how their story was written.


Because not all love stories are meant to be perfect.

Some are just meant to exist โ€” broken, chaotic, unfinished โ€” yet still unforgettable.

And theirs?


It was the kind that didn't make sense to the world...

But it made sense to their souls.


Even if it hurt.

Even if it haunted.

Even if it destroyed them,

They were still each other's โ€” always.