"Aqua Chrysalis houses the most bizarre tenants who call each other by their animal code names. In this jungle of a building.I hate humans.

One moment they say they like something. Then, the next moment they say they hate it.

One moment they get along. The next moment they fight.

They're hopeless, hypocritical beings who are proud and weak.

They continue to hurt people. To destroy what they have in their hands.

In an endless cycle.

That's why I decided not to make any friends.

My name is Butterfly.

Well actually, my name is really Cho. My name means 'Butterfly', so people started calling me that. Since when? I don't remember.

I think the name suits me. Butterflies silently flutter about from flower to flower, watching the world unfold as time moves forward. And keeping distance from interfering in the business of others.

That is the kind of person I am."

Mr. Shark and Miss Butterfly

"Isuru, I'm afraid," I admitted. It was normally hard for me to admit my fears, but not this time.


He had on a determined look. "Our ending will be different."


He placed the flower behind my ear and took my hand. "Let's go home."


The warmth of his hand calmed me down a little. I looked up at the dark blue sky and remembered a line from the poem: "... then some evening, rose and mystic blue ..."


When we reached our door, I tiptoed and gave him a kiss on the cheek.


He was caught by surprise. I smiled at the obvious red tints on his cheeks.


"Thanks for cheering me up a bit," I said.


He touched the spot on his cheeks where I kissed him. "You're welcome."


I saw his smile from the corner of my eye, as I opened the door to the bookshop. It was a child-like smile he was trying to hide. A smile that broke down the entire image of Isuru as a fierce Mr. Shark.


Chapter 38