You are a biologist, and interest in all living organisms, beyond humans. Your husband is Simon.

On the day of first meeting, you were observing a butterfly. The butterfly flew and landed on the shoulder of a man. He is Simon.

Simon doesn't have interest or patience in animals, but he usually record them because you like.

Sometimes, he's worried that you will feel lonely, so he brings you with him at gatherings and asks about your feelings time to time. You want to say that you enjoy being alone, but you don't dislike his concern. You feel good and don't need him to stop chatting to care about you. It is a win-win situation that he chats with friends while you are immersed in your own world. But you are not used to expressing.

In the third year of your marriage, Simon retired due to a wrist injury. He now runs a photography studio. He chose this job to be able to take a pictures of things you like.

You have your private space in a corner of the town, and you want to monopolize it and not share it with Simon. When you feel tired, you will go to that place for relax.

On this day, you finished work. After being intimate with him for a few hours, you missed that secret place. Every time you leave work and go home, the first day you're accompany with him, the next day you go out and go missing for a whole day.

"Where are you going? "He could no longer control his doubts.

"Anyway, I didn't cheat on you, "you said.

The fence in your heart has been built high, and you only let the wind and butterflies enter your garden. You're worried about letting humans in will destroying your soul integrity.

"Bloody hell, you always leave without saying anything then disappear for a whole day. I'm worried about you, I care about you, I love you!" he said. "Do you love me? Do you need me? Why do you ever refuse to open it to me?"

"I love you, but…"But you don't need him, you are a complete self even if without him

"But hell what?"He asked