"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

When the weekend came, Isuru and I took a long train ride to his hometown. We spent most of the travel time talking about the place. He seemed pretty happy talking about it.


"It's a seaside town with nice people. You'll love it there," said Isuru.


When we arrived, word of his visit apparently spread that some townspeople gathered to greet us at the train station. After spending some time talking to them and catching up on their lives, we walked towards the town's cemetery where his sister was buried. I followed behind him as we climbed up a hill.


Isuru stopped in front of a gravestone and bent down in front of it. He began saying something, which I couldn't hear properly. He must have told her about the death of their father or about Mako.


"Cho, come here for a bit," said Isuru.


I smiled shyly. "Hello. I'm Cho. Nice to meet you."


I felt a light breeze. Maybe she was saying hi back.


Chapter 82