Chapter 29 - Phobias and Unpleasant Memories

There are things in this world that cannot be explained. Irrationality.

I didn’t realize it until one day, my mother caught a very beautiful butterfly inside our house. It was big and its ornate wings are so mesmerizing even though its colors are only black and white.

Unfortunately, when mom caught it she placed a lot of weight on its wings that by the time that I got home from school, it had already died.

I stared at it for a few minutes, keeping my distance.

I didn’t know why.

Why as I admire it, I felt fear whenever I drew closer to it.

I couldn’t bring my fingers to touch it despite knowing it was no longer alive and will never move once again.

As I look at the very creature in front of me, fluttering its wings toward me I found myself unable to move.

Glued to where I was as my hands starts to shake.

At that moment, all I could remember is how I feel scared and how I badly wanted to get out of there.

Jeremy looks at me with both concern and confusion.