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"What do you think about the butterflies?" He asked smiling softly. "Insects that sucks pollens?" He chuckled before watching a white colored butterfly flew around the open area of the park. The white wings of the butterfly shone under the bright rays of the sun; enjoying its freedom around the vibrant green plants. "Have you ever seen a butterfly flutter their wings slowly as they pass through and landed on something that reminds you of someone had passed away?" He softly asked as he watch a butterfly land on a yellow flower on a bush. "Someone told me that those kind of butterflies carried a special soul and came to visit someone they love or important to them." "So you are telling me that butterfly," I said as I eyed the small creature on the bushes, resting after fluttering around the open area. "is a person visiting us?" "I don't know." He smiled. "Does it reminds you of someone?" "No." "Then that butterfly is a butterfly." He laid down as he watch the clouds above us under the canopy of the tree behind us. "Only the important person of the butterfly can distinguish the soul of the butterfly. To other people, it's just a regular butterfly, to the person they visit, it represents something that the important person needs; because the butterfly only show its true objective to the person they seek." Warm rays of the sun seep through some leaves of the tree to the figure, a man, laying down on its roots and grass. The singing birds fell silent as the man forlornly remenise about the gray object by his feet. Its dirt filled surface could tell how long that object is standing. And with its low maintenance, the object let the people around get to know how few people know about it. But it has a significant meaning to the man before it. The man couldn't help but slip back to his emotionless phase as he watch the clouds above him drifting; which became one of the very few symbolic things to him. His mind slowly remember the conversation with his friend by the park. How simple things can be something important and valuable. His friend reminded him how to live a meaningful life or how the world has different two shades; that share a common goal or shade. The man gave out a snort remembering about a certain topic during a peaceful day by the park during spring. He could still remember the color white shining brightly under the sun as it flew around them until it landed on the hands of his friend. The small chuckle his friend gave out as he watched the small creature on his hands, rang on his ears like a reminder of a good memory. Suddenly, a white butterfly came into view. Its wings began to flutter slowly above him; as if he was protecting him from anything. The man let a small smile form on his face as he watch the butterfly flying around. He sat up to get a better view of the flying butterfly. His chest grew heavier than before when the butterfly descend onto the gray and filthy object; fluttering its wings once then twice before going still. Knowing fully well that the butterfly is here for him, he smiled onto it before extending a hand for it to land. A second later, the butterfly flew again around the area before landing onto his hand; showing its true beauty of its white wings. White wings with black small and thin edges showed before him, just like the one butterfly when the topic of his friend he converse with; the shades of black and white of the world and souls. He looked closely at the butterfly and saw it facing towards him as well; looking at him straight it the eyes. "You really do know when to come or not." The man softly said to the butterfly; making the small creature to flutter its wings twice. "But then again, you also know when I needed a reminder. Sneaky bastard." The butterfly flew away once again and settled on to his nose for a second or two before going back to the monumental object by the man's feet. He gave out a chuckle before standing up and sat infront of the gray and filthy object. As the man stroking it a bit to remove some grime away, to get a clear view of the fading words, the butterfly watched him on top of the gravestone. "You know," The man melancholy started as he gave a small smile onto the stone beneath his hands. "I sometimes wonder if you really just came to my life just to correct my old ideals and beliefs then leave me when I am already following your beliefs. You're quite selfish. You just made me suffer more than before" The mam stood up as he eye the gravestone and the resting butterfly. "But I am forever thankful for it." He smiled before watching the leaves of the trees sway with the wind. "You gave me a reason to continue life. But without you around, I might as well be good as dead." Soon, the butterfly flew around him again; making him chuckling softly. He raised his hand, palm facing downwards and let the butterfly rest on his index finger. Knowing the message behind the butterfly's vist, he pulled his finger to his eye view and smiled warmly. "I am forever thankful that you barged into my life and changed me." He said as the butterfly began to flutter its wings once again. "You made me realize that somethings are worth protecting and saving. Thank you, Oda, Thank you for everything. I will still continue protecting and saving people, just like what you said before you left me." He watched as the flying butterfly spun around him one last time before flying away with the leaves in the wind. Its white glow slowly disappear as the butterfly became one with the leaves and fly to the distance; losing sight of its graceful flutter. "Dazai!" The man rose an eyebrow as he heard someone called his name. He slowly turned to the person called him and caught sight of a white sliver haired boy calling him. The man, Dazai, smiled at his colleague huffing for air in front of him. "What is the rush for, Atsushi?" "Kunikida is searching for you in the agency." Atsushi panted. "Leave him be." Dazai said before looking at a new brown colored butterfly flew around. "Hey, Atsushi. Do you know the tale of the butterflies?" "Tale of the butterflies?" Atsushi asked as he looked at Dazai confused. "Never heard of it." "They say that butterfles carry a particular soul and would sometimes visit a person important to them."