(based on "Butterfly" by bts, TW/ I actually cried writting this)

You knew from the beginning that Damiano was never meant to stay. That some things are too beautiful to last, too fragile to hold onto. You knew that the first time you saw him staring out the window, eyes lost in something distant, something unreachable, the first time he tried to leave this world too soon. But that didn’t stop you from trying.

"Don’t disappear," you whispered into his skin, tracing the fragile veins beneath. His pulse was steady, but you could feel the storm beneath it.

"I won’t," he murmured. his lips brushing over your forehead

But the truth was, he was already slipping through your fingers.

Because Damiano had always been made of something fleeting. Something fragile, like the wings of a butterfly—too beautiful, too delicate to last. It was in the way he stared at the city skyline like it was calling him somewhere you couldn’t follow. It was in the way his voice cracked when he talked about the past. And you? You were trying to hold onto him with trembling hands, knowing that no matter how tightly you clung to him, he was already slipping away

"What if I don’t make it?" His voice was soft one night, barely more than a breath against your collarbone.

"Then I’ll carry you," you said without hesitation. "I’ll carry you until you can walk again."

But some people aren’t meant to be saved.

And you knew that, didn’t you? You knew it when you woke up to an empty bed, to a silent phone, to a goodbye that was never spoken. You knew it when you found the note—half-written, ink smudged where his hands must have been shaking.

"I’m sorry."

Nothing more. No explanation. Just two words that shattered your world.

Because loving Damiano was like loving something that was never meant to stay.

And when you stood there, staring at the space where he used to be, you realized: maybe love isn’t about keeping someone. Maybe it’s about learning how to let them go.