

Butterfly Milk (Part 1/2) There had been a time, long ago, that such an event would've been joyous. His heart would've fluttered in his chest as he looked upon her face, saw the love in her eyes, while the smell of her perfume wove between the effervescent scent of pancakes. Once, breakfast had been his favorite part of the day, where he could hold her in his arms while they watched the dough stiffen to become a solid mass, delicious in every sense of the word.Butterfly Milk (Part 1/2) by =BakuraSenov
Now, in the home he had never seen as a home, the loneliness took the place of the perfume, and the batter smelled rotten, like his own core. Things had changed, he could admit that, but despite everything, de

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