Abnormal Metamorphosis

Prologues

"Rosalines...Rosalyn...You're home..." Grey jerked up from his bed, breathing intermittently in the midst of his sweat-soaked body, his eyes as if he was looking for something.

Already at two in the morning, the nineteen-year-old young man seemed to be unable to sleep, finally staggered – tottering down from his bed, like a person who was being affected by drugs, drugs, drugs, slowly approaching the window of his room. A cold wind in the early hours of the morning soon hit his body when Grey opened the window

"Rosaline baby, I know you're coming back...I know you don't feel at home silent on that red earth, which has separated our love...I know.." Grey's bare feet climbed up the edge of the darkroom window on the fifth floor of the apartment. "Rosalines...Little butterfly..I-i know..."

Nothing could hold back, as the night wind whizzed along with Grey's floating body, the wind toyed with Grey's hair that had been unkempt since the butterfly's departure, the beautiful Rosaline. The wind also toyed with the black sweatshirt, the black jeans, and the stretch of hands that missed the embrace of Rosaline the angel of his heart.

See.see.....Rosaline had been standing down there, her hands outstretched as if yearning for me, Grey's inner self with a smile.

“Rosaline darling...I come....Wait for...I'm coming with you...We can't be separated anymore" Grey's body passed through a fourth-floor window that was dimly staring. And Rosaline's still waiting downstairs.

"Rosalines...I've prepared a beautiful bed for you, your favorite wedding dress, all just for you. But why would you prefer that red land to stay?" Grey was growling in despair.

The second floor passed by with flames of disappointment flaring in Grey's eyes.

"Rosalines...Wh why? Is it because early age is despicable in knitting for love? Is the presence of a baby an unforgivable sin? So you have to pay with your life?"Grey scoffed in grief as he floated past the first floor. "Rosalines...The boy is innocent...Should she always cry and miss you? Should he watch me being crushed by those heavenly needles of maya?"

The rough floor of the parking lot of the apartment building is now wet with the red love of Grey and Rosaline. It was cold at two o'clock. No one knows. Only a tiny body came looking up from the open fifth-floor window, the little one crying in incomprehension.

"Papa?"

There is nothing left of Grey except a silent piece of paper inscribed with a short poem :

No more

No more flying Butterfly

Dancing – nari warms my life

Now only the quiet that flows the room.

Longing to send your shadow into my dreams

Our faithful promise we will forever knit love

Our promise is to make time together

Gone!

Dupus!

With keranda.

Really am!

I want to see you in the grave.

We sleep covered in death.

Are not memories painful?