Prologue
What is this feeling?
Where am I?
I blinked my eyes a few times, while the world around me slowly became clearer and clearer.
I’m in my room?
I could feel the soft texture of my blanket cover me, keeping me warm.
I could hear the light breeze that passed through the small gap from my opened windows.
Not long later, I felt some moisture on my face, which slowly trickled down my chin to my neck.
Why am I crying?
Why does my heart ache?
My hand instinctively reached out to my chest and I fisted my shirt in my hands.
The tears wouldn’t stop.
I sat up on my bed, trying to clear my runny nose.
Sunlight bounced into my room and reflected off the walls.
It’s a new day.
I heard a light flutter noise near me and I looked up to see a butterfly in my room.
Its wings were a light purple littered with numerous black spots.
Pretty.
The butterfly stayed in front of me for a while, as if it was trying to assess me.
I slowly reached out my finger, hoping it would come closer.
The purple butterfly flew towards my hand until it landed on my finger.
The contact made me feel something familiar.
Is this the feeling of deja vu?
