Annabelle sat on the floor of her bedroom, her fingers tracing the watercolour paper, crackling with age. The bright colours danced on the wings of the small paintings, contrasting the dull colours of her bedroom and her clothes.

"Annabelle, is your room tidy for your science partner?" her mother called from downstairs.

"Yes," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Would you like anything to drink chook?" she heard her mother say to someone else.

"No thank you ma'am," a familiar Southern drawl replied from the kitchen.

"Anna is in her room, you know the way dear."
Heavy feet stomped up the wooden staircase, accompanied by a faint singing until Bella's bedroom door was flung open. Under Jo's arm was a heavy box and her other hand was holding a battered briefcase "Bella!" Jo shouted, a huge grin on her face as she hugged her with difficulty. The familiar scent filled her nostrils and she hugged her even tighter.

"Here let me take this," Bella offered, taking the heavy box and carefully placing it on her bed. She was amazed how Jo could carry this up a flight of stairs one-armed.

Jo took her usual place on the shag pile rug and stretched out her legs in front of her, picking up the open, leather bound book and turned a page "Wow, where did you get this from?"

Bella smiled shyly and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she pulled numerous frames from off the wall and set them on the ground "It was my grandmother's. She was the one who got me interested in butterflies. Are these all specimens?"
"All of them! A mixture of mine and my dad's," Jo explained, eyes still focused on the watercolour paintings. Bella slowly slid out one of the glass cases and placed it on her duvet "That's my favourite," Jo added, pointing at a rare, preserved Junonia Coenia "It was the first one I caught…I think. Actually it might have been the Proteides Mercurius."

Bella helped Jo slid unpack the rest of the slides and spread them on the floor. Jo took notes with her slanted handwriting, while Bella played with the threads of her blue rug, adding quiet, quick comments along the way. The reddening sunlight poured through the window and the sound of scribbling on paper and chatter filled the small room. Bella watched Jo's hands flex as she stretched out, causing her t-shirt to rise over her hip bones, exposing her lean body and the notepad to fall onto the floor, opening it to the last page. Bella slowly picked it up and stroked the biro lines that decorated paper which created a mirror image of Bella. Bella's name was written inside a heart in the corner "You've made me look really pretty," she whispered.

"You are really pretty," Jo said, looking her square in the eye. Bella looked down at her hands, unsure what to do. She suddenly lent in and let their lips lock. She considered pulling away, worried that Jo would start screaming at her, calling her freak, but relaxed when she felt Jo's hands on her hips. Her tongue slipped inside and gently played with Bella's until they parted, smiling against each other's lips.

Annabelle fiddled with the small parcel that rest on her lap, her young son laughing loudly in the background as he watched the scenery fly past the car window. The car pulled up suddenly, snapping her Annabelle out of her trance. She undid her seatbelt and opened the passenger door "Are you ok going by yourself?" her wife asked.
"You say that every time. I will meet you two at the park," Annabelle promised. She could hear her son's calling after her, but the tears had already started and she kept on walking along the pebble path. After 5 minutes, she turned a corner and crouched down, unwrapping the parcel and tucking the brown wrapping paper in her coat pocket. She placed a crystalized Banded Peacock Butterfly by the flowers and said "I had to go to India to get that for you. Hope you like it," she settled down on the wet grass "Michael is doing well, 3 already. Jodie is at the park with him now. I was going through old paperwork and I found our butterfly school project, did I tell you we got an A+? I must have, it was the first time I had gotten an A+ in a science project. I'm sorry we haven't spoken as much as I would like to, but I've been abroad with work recently. Don't worry, I make myself feel guilty with missing out on Michael growing up. I was away for 8 months, I missed so much of him. I had to Skype him on his birthday, I think I cried myself to sleep that night, knowing what I was missing. I still miss you, I would Skype you if I could, you were my first kiss Jo, how the hell can I stop falling in love with you?" She stood up on ageing knees and stroked the tombstone which simply red: Josephine Alice Murray, 21/06/1990 – 06/01/2005, Our butterfly.