Honesty Kills

Today, I folded a note and dropped it on ground as I passed you.

On the outside, I wrote, "Destroy After Reading," and on the inside, "Is it possible to believe in destiny when you're certain you've denied your own?"

The tiny white sheet of paper fluttered on the ground like an injured butterfly. Then, it died at your feet. Only a trashcan and I bore witness as you reached down to grab it. I couldn't bare the rejection. So, I turned away before you read it.

Seconds became hours as I escaped into nowhere. When I returned, there was no sign of you or the note. The trashcan was empty other than a cup of coffee I had disposed of earlier. I looked in every direction, but there was nothing. No butterflies. No angels.