Mike Miller is always sitting on his favorite bench. His boring afternoon went on like every day. He was holding his pencil sketching a tulip garden behind the college. This area is rarely crowded. If it's not an evening when people come jogging or walking for exercise. His gaze shifted between the sketched paper and the tulip garden in front of him. At least he found something to do to relieve the boredom after the morning class.

He was a tall, muscular body. He has light brown eyes, under the eye is a small mole under the right eye near the cheekbone on a square face, and light brown long faded hair cut. He was classified as a charming-looking man. Many people think he is an athlete. That's partly because he likes to play basketball. But his favorite thing is drawing. He had loved it since he was a child. So it was like something that helped relieve his loneliness very well. He has many sketchbooks at home. Those notebooks were full of sketches and he paid attention to every detail.

while he was shading the image on the paper. A butterfly flew over and clung to the spine of the paper. He marveled at its beauty. It is a blue butterfly with a unique pattern. But when he tried to look at it carefully. He found that its wings had a pattern similar to some kind of symbol. Its shape is similar to a Blue heart.

"Wow...what kind of butterfly is this?"

He slowly reached for it. It seemed that the butterfly knew what he wanted to do. It flew up to the tip of his index finger. He brought it up for a closer look. His expression was as excited as discovering something new in life.

"Where did you come from? I have never seen a butterfly as beautiful as you before," he spoke to it.

Suddenly, he heard something. It was like a faint whisper. He tried to find the source of the whispering sound. He turned left and right to see if anyone was in the vicinity. He received the answer that there were no people in the area. He turned back to the butterfly again. This time he felt something. He briefly considered it. before slowly bringing it close to his ear.

"The world is life and life is everything..." A soft whisper came from the butterfly.

He brought it back in front of him. He was amazed at what he heard. He stared at it with suspicion and thought that he might be hearing things. for sure, He slowly brought it to his ear again.

"I think if this world collapses. Its beauty would vanish forever..."

This time he heard it more clearly. But it was still a whisper as faint as the wind.

"Oh god..." He was stunned. He couldn't believe that the butterfly was talking. 

"Hey, Mike!"

A woman's voice called him from afar. Mike was startled as if he had jumped out of his reverie. The butterfly quickly flew away as if it was about to be caught.

"What are you doing here, Mike?" Daisy asked.

Daisy Johnson is a tanned woman. She has thick, plump lips. She has a diamond face shape and black hair. Those silver eyes of hers conveyed her confidence. but with a hint of shyness at the same time. She is Mike's childhood friend and she likes him too. Their house is in the same neighborhood. She has another twin sister named Poppy. They are just like the same person. The only exception is completely different personalities and habits.

"Uhm...I'm doing some sketching." Mike said.

"Like every day of yours."

"Yeah...just like that."

Daisy sat next to him and looked at the painting Mike was drawing. She knew that he had a passion for drawing. When they were young, it was she who persuaded him to draw pictures together. But when she entered high school. Her interest then shifted to singing.

"Wow... your skill doesn't drop at all." She praised him.

"Haha...Of course! I hope someday I will be as famous as Da Vinci once someday." He joked.

"Hmm... but Da Vinci paints with oil paints."

"It's just like a drawing too!"

"Haha. Whatever you say."

"Uh... Daisy. I've been wanting to know for a long time. Why did you stop drawing?" He asked her what had been on his mind for a long time.

"I prefer singing. Maybe drawing is like sad love. I love it, but I wasn't born to be with it." Her tone was filled with confusion.

"Come on, you were really good at drawing before. Remember the fifth grade? You won the drawing contest in first place. At that time, I could only draw mountains and trees."

"I don't know, I think singing is better for me."

Mike didn't say anything. He could guess why she thought that way. People around her often compared her to her twin sister. Poppy is someone who has great singing skills. That girl was popular with everyone from high school to college. Her relationship with Poppy isn't just siblings. But it's a competitor. Flowers are always competing to bloom. No wonder Daisy was trying to get out of her sister's shadow. She wants to be the center of attention of other people sometimes. But deep down she probably didn't like doing what she was doing.

Sometimes he wanted to speak directly to her. On the other hand, it would be bad because that was none of his business. If he did that, it could affect his relationship with her. Regardless, Poppy sees her twin sister as just someone in her shadow or competitor. Daisy has always loved and respected her sister. He saw this kind of relationship as something very foolish. Whether it's a sibling or anyone else. Everyone should have their own standpoint. He hoped that someday she would learn and understand this point by herself.

He saw that the atmosphere of the talks was leading to tension. So he immediately changed the subject. "Uhm...Just a moment ago, I didn't know if I'm hearing things or what." 

"Hm? What are you talking about?" She tilted her head in suspicion.

"Just now I saw a butterfly landing on my paper. It was very beautiful...It was a butterfly that I had never seen before. But then all of a sudden I felt like I heard the butterfly say something."

"Haha...You're a funny person." She thought he was joking with her.

"No, I'm not kidding. I heard that for real!"

"And what does it say to you?"

"It says, uh...the world is beautiful and if it collapses. It's probably gone forever or something. I couldn't hear very clearly."

"Hehe. I think you might fall asleep during the day and dream."

"no! I'm not dreaming."

"Don't fool me, Mike." She giggles.

"Ah...Come on!"

While they were chatting with each other and having fun, it was likely only Daisy who thought that what she and he were talking about was just a joke. The red-long-haired girl had just passed by this way.

"Hey, Eireann!" Daisy greets the redhead girl. On the other hand, her eyes showed an aura of jealousy.

"Oh, Daisy! Oh hey, Mike!" Eireann waved his hand in greeting.

Eireann Jenkins is a red-haired Irish girl. She's Lesley's cousin. On the other hand, she seems to look healthier than her cousin. She was white and had freckles all over her body. Under her round glasses, she had green eyes on an oval face shape. Her dress was nerdy. But in reality, she's good at speeches and socializing. She was often involved in public relations work for various student groups.

Sometimes that makes people tend to think she's twins with Lesley. But if look closely, they are different people anyway. Even their accents were different. Eireann has a more Irish voice than Lesley. Because she was actually born into an Irish family. Lesley's mother is an American woman. As a result, she was raised in a different way than her cousin.

"Hi, Eireann. What are you doing here?" Mike asked.

"I'm going to the information room. But why are you guys here?" Eireann asked back.

"I saw that Mike was drawing. So I sat and chatted with him." Daisy answered.

"Yep. But in a while, I'm probably going to the afternoon class. I just came to draw and get bored out." Mike said.

"You are always like that. If no matter what, shall we go to the cafe this evening?" Eireann suddenly invited him up without a plan.

"Hmm...why are you only inviting Mike? I'm here with you guys!" Daisy knows that she likes Mike as much as she does. She responded with unintentional jealousy.

Aside from Daisy having to be her sister's rival. She is also a love rival with Eireann too. She admitted that she had liked Mike since elementary school. But she didn't dare to tell him directly. She wasn't sure if she talked to him he would still think about her the same or maybe worse. When they go to college, Eireann became close to Mike. That made her very frustrated.

"I would like to talk to him personally," Eireann said.

"What personally?" Daisy asked.

Mike saw the situation was not good. He had to do something. "Uhm...girls. I think this is close to my afternoon class. I have time to go. Eireann, see you at the cafe this evening. I hope it's about the public relations work you told me about. Daisy, if I'm free, let's go to eat something together. okay?"

"Alright, Mike. See you in the evening. Bye, Daisy." Eireann spoke before she went her way.

"You solved the problem very well, Mike." Daisy teasing.

"Hey...I don't want you guys to fight."

"Well...But just now, did you ask me out on a date?" Daisy seemed to calm down when Mike sounded like he was asking her out on a date.

"What the fuck is that?!" he thought in his mind. "Uh...I mean...we haven't gone out to eat in a long time. I think it would be nice if we could do that together again." He answered her.

"Hmh...Nostalgia. I'm free tomorrow morning. Let's meet at Mac, Okay?"

"Yeah! Good. I have to go. See you."

"Bye, Mike."