“There’s nothing else to discuss.”
“What’s changed?” I asked softly.
He looked distracted. “What?”
“Talk to me.”
He shook his head. “I’m not ready.”
“You have a new symptom?”
He raised his hands and stared at them.
“Your hands?”
“They’re numb. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Come here.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. “Cancel the car.”
“You were never meant to be my nurse, Scarlet. I don’t want this for you. Please, help me by going quietly. No fuss. I don’t have the strength to fight you.”
I broke away and walked over to the greenhouse. “I need some gloves.”
“Remember me for who I am now. I don’t want you to see me crumble.”
“Okay, I’ll use your gloves.” I slipped them on and reached up and slid out a panel, giving it a tug, pulling it out of its frame.
A swarm of butterflies flew at my face. I squealed and tripped backward, tumbling onto the grass. I lay there watching them flutter above my body.
Danton loomed over me.
“Fuck everyone!” I snapped.
He lowered himself to the ground and stretched out beside me. “You can’t be angry too.”
“I can.”
“You must never let negativity affect your mood.”
“Are you serious?”
The multicolored insects swarmed above us.
I pointed. “It’s a kaleidoscope of butterflies.”
“Yes, it is.”
I turned my head to look at him. “Now how else would I have known that’s what one calls a group of butterflies? You taught me that.”
He reached up and let a butterfly land on his fingertip. We stared at it for the longest time.
“I’m staying,” I whispered.
He took my hand and kissed my wrist.