"I am sorry. For uh... throwing that stone at you."
It was barely audible. But William heard all of it. For some reason his ears reddend. His heart beat slowly started to pick pace.
Was it because of Louise's behaviour or his shy voice, he didn't knew.
All he knew was that he was slipping away from his morals, and now he knows Louise could be damn cute, if he wanted to be.
"It fine." He slowly replied.
Thier was a uncomfortable silence between them.
Suddenly a fast wind blowed towards them...a butterfly fell in Louise's lap from the tree they were sitting on.
The butterfly was beautiful. It was black with golden patterns on it.
Both of thier attention couldn't help but be attracted towards it. If looks like it fell from the tree..maybe because of the the wind?
Suddenly the butterfly seem to have realise that it wasn't in fimilar leaves of tree but rather a living being. The panic grew in its heart.
Motivation for creation, please!