Chapter 1

Warning that the book contains some triggers, such as: Suicide, suicide attempts, psychological problems, abusive relationships, depressive behavior, oppression and malice. **If you can't take it, don't read it!

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Homosexual book!

Cayle's birth can be described as supernatural.

Son of normal parents, but possessed of inexhaustible magic and a unique ability.

As soon as he left his mother's womb, a huge number of butterflies entered the makeshift hut in the middle of the forest and surrounded the boy who had his right eye glowing purple.

His parents tried to kill him, but were killed by iron chains that emerged from the boy's skin.

That same day, a beginner witch passed by the place, and when she heard a cry, she helped the boy seeing that he was possessed of a great power.

She raised him as her son and taught him to manipulate the chains at will.

But the biggest problem was the butterflies.

Cayle could not have a normal school life as he was always surrounded by butterflies, whether indoors or out.

People called him the cursed and avoided going near him so as not to have chaos descend on their homes.

Because of this, the witch had to move constantly, looking for a place where Cayle could live a peaceful, healthy life.

It was then that after much researching, he found a way to keep the boy's butterflies away.

She used all the strength she had to be able to make an eye patch capable of containing Cayle's enormous power.

After that, she lost her magic core and became a normal human, with no hope of ever using magic.

Thanks to his efforts, the boy was finally able to go to school, where he enjoyed a freshman year of high school in a

peaceful way, making some friends and discovering the beauty of young living.

But her quiet days were completely crushed as she entered her sophomore year of high school.

He was no longer in the same class as his friends and suffering from a huge increase in his magic made him sick and miss the first three weeks of school, being unable to form any solid bond with anyone.

After training a lot and managing to calm his spiritual sea, the boy went to school, seeing that several groups had already been formed in his class, and the only way was to isolate himself in the back of the room, in the last chair.

Many days passed and Cayle only received about five good mornings from people who sat next to him, nothing more than that.

He always came home depressed, but it got worse when he saw his mother getting drunk and sinking deeper and deeper into depression.

The little boy often went to the terrace, where he took off the eye patch he wore and watched the butterflies approach and surround him.

Butterflies were souls of people who were unable to find their way to eternal rest, and because of that, they were attracted to Cayle's abundant magic.

Sometimes he could communicate with them, and sometimes even catch a glimpse of their past.

This made him not feel so alone in this world, because even his mother in such a critical state, she still sometimes gave him affection and affection, loving him as the most precious thing to her.

And that made Cayle happy.

Until one cold Tuesday, when the boy arrived home, he found his mother dead in the bathtub.

There was blood on the floor and a knife at the bottom of the water.

The phrase "I love you, forgive me" was written in blood on the white wall of the place.

That simple. One time you have everything, another time you have nothing.

When what really matters is gone, loneliness decides to show its face and say that no human being can reach extreme happiness.

There was no funeral, no wake, nothing.

Cayle called the ambulance. They took her mother away and after a few hours she was given the news that her mother had been cremated.

Because he is not her blood relative and is not on record as an adopted child, and because the woman has no living relatives, they resolved to erase her existence from the world.

She herself had left in her will that she would like to be cremated at the very moment her death was confirmed.

The reason? Nobody knows. But as the state swore to fulfill her promise, nothing was questioned.

For the first time, Cayle confronted herself and wondered if her mother really loved him or if he was just a burden to her.

He always knew he was adopted, as she kept making that clear to him, but knowing that she was just gone and never even bothered to register him caused doubt in his sick heart.

The boy went home, took everything that was hers and broke up, prepared something to eat and went to sleep.

It was as if that hadn't happened. It was as if this was all a lie and that when he woke up he would find his mother reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee in her hand.

But that's not what happened the other day.

Her mother's presence wasn't there, and Cayle even felt her memories of her vanish from her mind.

He dressed as best he could that morning and went to school.

Word of his mother's death had gotten around and he had become a source of pity.

In between, no longer withstanding the pressure that the others made him for whispering about that subject, he made him get up and go to the terrace.

As soon as he opened the door, he was already removing the eye patch and being surrounded by butterflies.

He dropped to the ground near the railing and began to cry.

A loud, painful cry, where her screams echoed through the wings of the butterflies that landed on her body as a form of comfort.

On top of the storage room on the terrace, a boy watched that little being plunged into sadness, seeing how beautiful he was surrounded by butterflies, as if he were some divine being.

Cayle, no longer able to take the tightness in her chest, went to the back of the terrace and threw herself off without even hesitating.

The boy on top of the warehouse quickly descended and went to the railing, looking down and finding the little being hanging by long steel chains, which pierced the wall of the school building.

Cayle was gently placed on the ground, shortly after having the chains enter her body.

He put his eye patch back on and decided to go back to the classroom.

That day was being horrible and he could no longer stand having to live that shitty life.

The only problem was that it didn't matter how hard he tried to die, the chains always protected him.

Even against his will they always prevented any danger from approaching him.

Some people might say it was a blessing, but in Cayle's view, it was a curse.

Not being able to die when you feel like it......

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