暗い蝶 (暗い蝶を望む)

He was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a dark butterfly wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was power.

Conan was a child, I thought that success spelled happiness for Ai. I was wrong, happiness is a dark butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.

Story by: Amethyst2013