Chapter 112 Audrey
The weekend had finally arrived, and I couldn't have been more relieved. The stress of the past week at my internship had left me feeling drained, and I was looking forward to a day out with my friends at the local botanical gardens. They were hosting a special butterfly exhibit, which Avis had mentioned last night, and we had all agreed to go "Audrey, hurry up!" Tina called from downstairs. "We're going to be late!"
I quickly finished applying my lip gloss and grabbed my bag. "Coming!" I shouted back, taking the stairs two at a time. The anticipation of today's event put a small spring in my step, one that I hadn't felt all week.
As we entered the gardens a little while later, the sweet scent of flowers filled the warm, slightly humid air. The large greenhouse roof was etched with designs that cast curling patterns on the ground, the sound of the large fountain in the middle mingling with the sound of excited voices.
With Avis in the lead, we followed the signs to the latterfly exhibit, joining the line of eager visitors.
"Look at all the different species they have listed," Avis said, pointing to a nearby sign. "Monarchs, swallowtails, painted Ladies.
"Oh, and they have luna moths too!" I added, spotting the name at the bottom of the list. The idea of seeing a luna moth up close sent a small jolt of excitement through me; I had always loved luna moths, although I hadn't ever seen a live one in person before.
Finally, it was our turn to enter the exhibit. As we stepped inside, I couldn't contain my small gasp. Butterflies of every color fluttered around us, landing on flowers and occasionally on unsuspecting visitors. "Wow. This is amazing." I breathed, watching a monarch butterfly float lazily past my face. I turned slowly, my mouth hanging open as I looked up at all of the butterflies, Vines and trees towered over us, momentarily making it feel as though we had stepped out of the greenhouse and into another world.
We wandered through the exhibit as a group, oohing and aahing at the different butterflies. Avis was fully in her element. snapping pictures to use for reference in her sketchbook later. Even Gavin, who had been quiet for most of the morning. had a smile stretched from ear to ear
As we reached a quieter corner of the exhibit, I felt a tickle on my hand. I froze, hardly daring to breathe as I looked down.
There, resting gently on my skin, was a beautiful luna moth. Its pale green wings were spread wide, showcasing intricate patterns that seemed almost like a pair of eyes staring up at me.
I couldn't move, couldn't even breathe as I stared down at the moth. It was so still on me, so peaceful-l felt, in a childlike sort of way, that I had been 'chosen. I knew it was silly, but I couldn't help it. But as the seconds ticked by and the moth remained still, I realized
-not even when I gently fluttered my hand to make it fly away.
With growing horror that the moth wasn't moving at all My stomach dropped.
It was... dead.
Panic welled up inside of me. Had I done something wrong? Was it my fault? The thought of harming such a beautiful creature was unbearable, and I felt tears beginning
the backs
attendant approached, noticing the panicked look
stammered, holding out my hand. "It landed on me and
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somehow?"
moth,
gentle smile.
"You didn't do anything wrong. Luna moths have a very short lifespan as adults-only about a week. This one likely came to the
"R-Really?"
some cultures consider it a symbol of good luck when a
creature on my hand. my mouth opening and closing a few times as I struggled with what to say. But then, suddenly, an idea struck me-1 could incorporate this into my designs, perhaps
sketch it...
kept it?" I asked hesitantly, glancing
then shrugged. "I don't normally do this, but sure," she
low whistle. "Leave it to Audrey to have a moth die on her in the butterfly exhibit." "Shut up," I muttered,
into it. As I held the
week, the attendant had said-one week to live and die, and the luna moth had chosen me as her final resting place. The logical part of me said
Maybe it wasn't.
werewolf culture-often seen as a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. It was just a legend,
my head as if to dispel that thought. Me and my s**id brain, making
we eventually made our way toward the exit, craving something sweet and unhealthy
a familiar voice cut through our conversation. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, and my good mood evaporated
well, well Fancy seeing you here,
Slowly, I turned to face the last person I wanted to see on my day off. Linda stood there, a smirk playing on her perfectly glossed lips. She was dressed
managed to say.
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