âJas,â Knox says so low it was barely audible.
I open my eyes to the sound of his voice only to feel a tickle on my right shoulder. I donât move an inch because I know what it is. Out of the corner of my eye I can see a beautiful black butterfly with four spots, white and then blending into purple, on each side of the wings. The end of the wings are all jagged but the intensity of the colors draw away from them.
Knox is able to slip away as the butterfly just sits perched on my shoulder, lightly fluttering her wings. I hear the sound of Knoxâs camera snapping pictures as he walks around capturing different angles. I turn my head inch by inch so I can get a better look at the beauty sitting on my shoulder.
A lady whoâs wearing a uniform with a patch that shows that she works here comes over to my other side and wipes something cool on the top of my left hand which is resting on my thigh. When sheâs finishes she simply walks away. What the hell was that about?
Minutes later the butterfly sitting on my shoulder flies away and another tiny white butterfly lands on the top of my right hand in the exact spot that the employee rubbed whatever it was on my skin.
Knox takes his seat beside me again. âItâs sugar water. The butterflies love it.â He nods to the sign in front of the waterfall. âI read it on that.â Knox adds after I give him a look of disbelief that he would know such a fact.
I lift my hand in the air and the butterfly takes off to a nearby flower. I place my hand on Knoxâs leg and give it a little squeeze. âThank you for bringing me here.â
He places his large hand on top of mine, âYouâre welcome, Beautiful. Iâm glad you like it.â