Second attempt, the butterfly and the dragon

[Andre Broussard]

Each attempt by Andre is like a butterfly that comes out of her cocoon, in the middle of a storm and tries to spread her wings, she doesn't know about the storm, it means nothing to her, she does not ask, she does not think, she only acts, following her nature she tries it, no matter what.
But unlike a butterfly whose life ends each year, each attempt can be the last one. He does not have the fragility of a butterfly, beyond this new condition, he never was someone fragile, since he was a little boy he had to learn to survive in a violent World, and now has in front of him the infinite path of eternity and countless attempts. Like the butterfly, he follows the call of his nature, the one that pushed him to cross half the world looking for her.
André gently strokes the sealed wound, where Mortll cutted his wrists , two tiny lines that have changed him forever.
He was wondering why she gives so many presents if she doesn't feel anything for him, It's fair to say, he has also given her gifts, some of them very suggestive. André laughs mischievously when he remembers,
He thinks it is not indifference to her, maybe she loves him but she doesn't realize it yet.
He knows very well, Mortll refuses to talk about love and just for the fact of bothering her a little he asked her why the gifts and laughing she said:"I want you to have success, your success is my success, your failures are my failures' ' . Was an answer that did not convince him, but in order not to push too much he preferred to shut up and just smile.


Andre is struck by the fact that Mortll suddenly summons him at any time, the last one he was naked, enjoying the warm water of his pool, it is not pleasant to feel drawn by a powerful force to her, being naked and appearing dripping wet to receive a gift, standing in a puddle. But as always when she does it, he does not complain, he likes her to act that way, it's a kind of game that they both play and so far it's been fun.

Today André feels strange, as if all those thoughts that crowd his mind belong to another, something like a duality, they are his thoughts, but at the same time they are not. This is somewhat disconcerting, he does not know how to explain it, but it is true, something has gone out inside him.
He always follows his impulses, without stopping to think about the consequences, but now he finds himself reflecting, digging inside himself trying to find answers to questions not yet asked. He doesn't like to feel this way but this is how he feels and he can't help it. It’s too early to say, but something has been broken, lost, gone, and maybe forever.
But the changes in André are not only psychological, but physical as well, he was warned Dragomir have pupils or slit eyes that change with emotion to show their Dragon nature. Now in this state of emotional alteration, André's pupils flash red, lost in his confusion, hasn't realized it yet.
Two days and nights have passed since Mortll gave him eternal life, a new perspective which he must get used to, leaving his humanity behind, forcefully changing his habits, he has left old dangers behind him, but new ones are waiting. It is a new start, writing a new story and closing the book on the old one.
Today everything is unknown for André, with hesitant steps he begins to walk on a new and infinite path.
He shakes his head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts, while from a distant place in his memory an old song arises ... "all the leaves are from the wind, because he moves them even in death, change your mind, all the leaves are from the wind because he moves even in death"...and yes, this is how André feels, like a little leaf moved by the wind of destiny.