For Simone Gatly, life has always being full of miracles. Whenever she saw a blue butterfly, she'd know a miracle was coming. Even if it wasn't for her. Over time, the mystical blue miracles have been disappearing, and Simone will do anything to get them back.


2. Chapter One

  I sat on the couch, drowning my sorrows in buttery popcorn. Somehow, The Vow always made me cry. Realizing I'd finished the entire bucket, I got up to make more. When it finished popping, I looked at the time on the microwave. Two o'clock. 

  Should I visit? Sure, why not. I changed out of my pajamas, into my over-sized sweatshirt, jeans, and sandals. Grabbing my trusty Louis Vuitton cross-body, I headed towards the hospital.

  My mum's in the hospital, and she's been there for months, battling cancer. She's already done a few rounds of chemotherapy, some radiation, other drugs, and it still hasn't been looking up. With the costs, at this rate, we won't be able to afford much more treatment.

  After the hour long car ride, I finally pulled up to the hospital. The ladies at the desk waved as I passed them for the elevator. I clicked the button that would lead to the second floor, and waited. Afterwards, I went north, to my mothers room. I grabbed a face mask, before entering.

  "Simone," My mother cheered, although her voice was very hoarse. "It's been a while. How are you?" She asked, in the midst of our hug. 

  "Mum, I'm fine. The real question is, how are you?" I said. It was good to see her, but she didn't look so well.

  "Oh, I'm fine, sweetheart. Have you seen any butterflies, lately?" She asked. She's asked me that question over a dozen times, but I've always had to answer it the same way.

  "I'm afraid not." I said, sighing a bit. I hated disappointing her, after what happened ten years ago. If it weren't for her butterflies. "I haven't seen one in six months, isn't that a tad weird?" I asked. Isn't it?

  "That is odd. Have you been paying attention to them?" She asked, touching her chin.

  "Like a hawk. Yet, I still haven't seen a single one." I got up, grabbing my purse. "I'm going to go to a psychic, and a butterfly expert. Maybe they'll know." I said, making my way to the door.

  "Alright dear, I'll see you soon." She called, "And, be careful!" She said, right before my departure.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...