When the light took her wings

It's a love story of a firefly and a butterfly.

There was a butterfly who loved the sunshine.
Her wings were light,
and her heart was full of dreams.
She wasn’t the brightest or the loudest in the garden,
but she flew softly, c
hasing warm flowers and gentle winds.

on one evening,
just as she was folding her wings to rest
— just before the darkness came — she saw it. A light.

Slowly emerging from the grasses.
It wasn’t the sun. But it glowed
— not with heat, but with something else.
Something soft and uncertain.
It didn’t belong to the day, and yet… the butterfly found herself drifting toward it.
And that’s when she saw her.
The firefly.
she was the light,
They were not supposed to meet,
not at this hour, not in this world.
But by some strange twist of fate,
their paths crossed
—not in the middle of the night, nor in the peak of the day,
but in-between time when the sun was setting, and the world was shifting from light to dark.
They didn’t understand each other’s worlds.
The butterfly had never paid much attention to the quiet of the night,
and the firefly had never understood the rush of the day.
The butterfly lived to be seen, to be heard
—not for attention, but because she wasn’t afraid to be judged.
The firefly could only shine when the world slept.
She hid her light where no one could find it
— where it was safe, when no one could tell her she was wrong for being bright. She never expected anyone to notice. She certainly didn’t expect a butterfly from the daylight to fly toward her. They looked at each other
— confused, intrigued, unsure.
The firefly thought, why is she here? This isn’t her time.
The butterfly thought
why does her light feel like something I’ve been missing?

In the space where one world ends and the other begins, they met — not for forever, but for enough.
And in that flicker of time, they found something real.
One unexpected meeting was never enough.
From that moment on, they longed for dusk
— the only time the world grew quiet enough for their hearts to speak.
Every evening, they waited.
For just a glimpse.
A flicker.
A sign.
To the butterfly,
the firefly was the gentle warmth that wrapped around her after a day filled with noise and chaos
— a softness she never knew she craved.

To the firefly,
the butterfly was the only soul who could hear her silence and still understand her,
without needing a single word.
Even though they both knew…
They weren’t meant to fall.
Even though they were aware
— they could never truly survive in each other’s worlds…
They fell anyway.
Recklessly. Deeply. Undeniably.

The butterfly fell first
— with all the courage she had.
Wings wide open, heart louder than the world’s warnings.
She was ready to fight it all
— just to keep the firefly’s light close. The firefly fell too,
but hers was a quiet fall.
With butterflies in her stomach and fear in her chest,
she held her love like a fragile secret, scared of what daylight might reveal. One was bold like the sun,
the other a flicker in the dark
— but still, they loved.
In the brief moments of dusk,
where day and night kissed for a heartbeat,
they made a world of their own.
After a while, they wanted more than just that fleeting glimpse of time each day.
They began to dream of a future together
— a world where they could see and feel each other without the limits of time. The butterfly longed to fly with her, without the fear of the world’s judgment.

She wanted to take the firefly to places she had never been
— to be her wings.
They decided to step out and face the world.
But the firefly couldn’t bear the heat and hate the world gave.
Her light, once so bright in the dark, began to dim under the weight of the world’s harsh words and gazes.
But the butterfly wasn’t ready to let her go.
So, she stepped into the dark with her
— ready to hide, ready to fold her wings, just for the one she loved.
The voice that was once the loudest in the room became silent for her.
She chose a life in the shadows,
unseen,
unheard,
longing for a day that firefly would shine one day for them,
to fight the world hand in hand,
to be together like they once dreamed. But that day never came.
Slowly, living in the dark for so long,
her wings began to wither
— wither from the promises that is only kept for night,
the love that is only strong when its dark.
She couldn’t fly anymore.
The light she once saw slowly faded, pulling her deeper into the shadows.
It sealed her mouth,
made her invisible.
But Butterfly… she wanted to fly.
Her eyes followed other butterflies dancing in the sky,
and for the first time,
she felt jealous.
She longed to touch the sky again
— to feel the wind under her wings,
to remember what it was like to soar without fear.

She began to miss the warmth of the sun,
the gentle kiss of morning light on her wings,
and the sweet nectar of blooming flowers.
The world she once belonged to started calling her back
— but her wings had already forgotten how to fly.
Now, she belongs nowhere
_ not to the day, nor to the night.

The light that was supposed to be her strength turns out to be her wreckage.

She had given everything to someone who couldn’t follow her to the sun.
One day, at dusk
— with no anger, no sound
— she tried to fly again,
just to see the sun.
She wanted to feel its warmth one last time.
But, She had lost both her wings and her light.
Her eyes slowly closed at the very hour she once met her firefly.
With dreams of a life together still resting in her heart,
she drifted into silence forever.
And in her final moment,
she saw them— together in the light, unafraid, free from judgment
— just like she had always dreamed. And the firefly…
she never knew the darkness had taken her.
She thought the butterfly had flown away
— left her behind to chase the luxurious life of daylight.
She never realized that the butterfly had given up everything,
even her life,
just to stay in the shadows with her. After that day,
the firefly would wait
— wait for her butterfly to show up, every evening at dusk,
the very hour they first met.

She waited with hope in her heart,
never knowing that her fear of the light had stolen her love away.