WARNING: Skippable chapter. Another character appreciation post :DD skip if you don't wanna read my ramblings ! ! (REGULAR CHAPTERS RESUME TOMORROW.)
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< 1 > Childhood
Samuel stares blankly to small, fluttering blue wings. He stares at its intricate pattern and the details upon such a diminutive entity. His electric-blue eyes followed the butterfly flying towards a flower.
A hand ruffled his platinum-blond hair.
"Are you fascinated with the butterfly, Sam?"
He lifts his gaze to the one who patted his head. He was a tall man. He refers to him as 'Papa.'
"Butterfly?" Sam asks. His chubby hands reached to his tall 'Papa,'—and then his Papa chuckles, picking him up.
