6| Butterfly

Eva's pov

The drunk guy stumbled toward me, his eyes glazed over and his movements uncoordinated.

He reached out and grasped my waist once more, his grip a little too tight. I pushed him away.

I was confused as i looked around, bewildered that the drunken guy had seemingly vanished into thin air. I had expected to see him nearby, maybe stumbling away drunkenly, but there was no sign of him anywhere.

I shrugged off the bizarre encounter and returned to enjoying the party. The music was pounding and the lights were flashing, and I didn't want to waste my time thinking about some random drunk guy who had suddenly disappeared.

as the night wore on, I realized that it was getting late. I had a big day ahead of her tomorrow, with classes to attend at university. So, I decided it was time to call it a night.

After arriving home, I quickly took care of my nighttime routine and changed into comfortable pajamas. As I climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's events, I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep, restorative sleep.

As I walked through the halls of the university, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Everyone seemed to be staring at me, their eyes lingering for just a little too long as whispers followed me wherever I went. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was happening, and nobody seemed willing to clue me in.

Luckily, I made my way into my first class of the day and was greeted by a familiar face. My friend Serena was already seated in her usual seat, and she waved me over to sit next to her.

After slogging through yet another draining class, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that it was time for lunch. I headed towards the cafeteria with Serena, the enticing smells of food wafting through the air.

Once we settled down with our food, I leaned over to Serena and whispered, "Hey, have you noticed anything weird going on today? People keep staring at me like I've grown a second head or something."

Serena nearly choked on her food as she laughed. "Yeah, I haven't noticed anything weird," she said humorously. "Maybe you're just more attractive today than usual."

I rolled my eyes playfully at Serena's comment, but my mind was still preoccupied by the strange stares and whispers that had been following me all day. Whatever it was, it bothered me that nobody would tell me what was going on.

"Seriously, though," I said, returning to my food. "It's like everyone is in on some secret, but they won't tell me. It's getting really annoying."

Just as I was about to delve further into my frustrations, our friend Mark walked up to our table. "Hey, fellas," he greeted us with a friendly smile.

Mark returned my smile with a cheerful grin. "Not much, just grabbing some lunch," he replied. "You guys seem to be in deep conversation over here. Anything interesting?"

Mark listened intently as I told him about the strange looks I had been receiving all day. As I spoke, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "That's weird," he said, his tone reflective. "Why do you think people are looking at you like that?"

I shrugged helplessly, frustration evident in my expression. "Exactly, I have no idea," I replied. "But it's starting to grate on my nerves. Everyone is acting so weird, but no one will tell me why."

Leave it , wanna join lunch ? i asked

Mark shrugged and grabbed a chair. "Sure, I'll join you guys," he said, settling in at our table. "I could use a break from all the studying."

we engaged in friendly banter as we ate our lunch, the topic of the strange looks quickly forgotten for the time being. As we finished our food, I was grateful for the distraction from the odd behavior of my fellow students.

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As I approached my beloved BMW M8, my heart swelled with pride at owning such a beautiful car. I admired the sleek design, the powerful engine, and the shiny black paint job that gleamed in the sunlight. I settled into the driver's seat, revving the engine and feeling the power it held.

Just as I was about to start the engine, a sudden knock at my window startled me. I turned to see who it was, my curiosity piqued.

The servant stood outside my window, holding a beautiful bouquet of roses in their hands. They held out the flowers towards me, along with a small white envelope. Confused, I rolled down the window and accepted the proffered items.

I carefully unfolded the note, my eyes scanning the words on the paper. It read "Hey, Blue Butterfly!" in a beautiful and elegant script. I wondered who could have sent the note and what it could mean.

I looked outside the window, but there was no sign of anyone near my car. It seemed strange that someone had left such a gift and disappeared so quickly. But nonetheless, I decided to take the flowers with me.

Once I arrived home, I placed the bouquet of flowers on my coffee table, admiring their beauty for a moment. Then I headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower, needing to wash off the sweat from the day.

I wasn't in the mood to cook tonight, so I decided to order some takeout. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the various delivery apps, searching for something that sounded good. After browsing the options, I finally settled on a local Thai restaurant and placed my order.

With my food ordered and a comfortable spot on the couch, I turned my attention to choosing a movie to watch. I browsed through my streaming services, scrolling through the various options. After several minutes of indecision, I finally settled on a comedy film that seemed light-hearted and entertaining.

Just as I finished choosing the movie, there was a knock at my door. I muted the television and got up to answer it, and as I opened the door, the warm aroma of my takeaway food wafted out.

I looked down at my doorstep in surprise as I noticed another bouquet of flowers. I turned to the delivery driver, confused, and asked him about it.

"I didn't order these," I said, gesturing to the flowers.

The delivery guy shook his head, looking just as puzzled as I was. "No, ma'am, I didn't bring this bouquet," he replied. "It was there already when I arrived with your food."

As I sat down on the couch with both bouquets in my lap, I couldn't help but ponder the strange situation. Two bouquets of flowers delivered to my doorstep without any explanation or sender.

Who could have sent them?

I picked up the note that came with the newest bouquet and carefully unfolded it, curious to see what it said. The note read "For my Blue Butterfly" in the same elegant handwriting as the previous one.

I was even more puzzled now. Who was leaving these bouquets and these notes?

I looked down at myself, still holding the bouquet, and muttered to myself, "Where on earth are these 'wings' as he keeps mentioning me as a butterfly?"

I could see nothing out of the ordinary, no wings visible anywhere on my body.

My mind wandered as I pondered the thought. If I were a butterfly, I could fly wherever I wanted. I could soar through the sky, free from any boundaries or limitations. The idea was tempting, but completely unrealistic.

Coming back to my senses, I realized I had completely forgotten about my food. I hurriedly unwrapped the containers and started eating. The flavorful Thai food hit the spot, and I slowly relaxed as I devoured the meal.

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Third person's pov

The owner of the university had complied with Aaron's order without question. Security was tightened around Eva, the other students knew to avoid her, fearing Aaron's wrath.

As they came to know about Aaron's admonition regarding Eva, they couldn't help but to stare at her .

On the other hand Eva was totally unaware of any of these threats , She was getting to frustrate as no one is telling her the truth behind whispers and gawking .

On the other hand ,

A man was standing on the top of building holding cigar between his fingers, exhaling and inhaling.

Suddenly then , his manager approched him and said shivering "Si-Sir there's a call back from Peter ."

He turned back , and gestured him to give the phone , he took phone and said speak .

Peter's heart skipped a beat upon hearing the authoritative voice on the other end of the phone. He swallowed, and hastily answered, "Sir, she did receive the flowers."

Peter on the other line was left standing there, frozen in place, the phone still clutched in his hand. He stared at the screen, the words "Call Ended" flashing back at him in the dim room.

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Who could be this guy !?

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