"Wait! Come back! Not you too!" He yelled, running and running to follow it. "End me! End this suffering already! I'm so tired, alright!? I lost everything, so why not just end me!?"
The butterfly did not care, fluttering its wings faster as if in spite.
"It could only be you! It's only you who could end this, that's all I ask for! Then you could be happy with him!" He ran until his legs felt weak like cooked pasta, and his breathing hurts. "Sangfroid! Min Libitino!"
There was only darkness with him, and he was afraid of seeing color again because he doesn't know what he feel once he see them again. There was only death around him, and he was afraid of living because he doesn't know how long he can keep his wits with him.
But he did catch up to the butterfly, and once it perched on something, color returned. Life returned.
He was in the forest again.
But this time he could see himself, laughing and chatting with both Leron and Vladstin.