Butterflies have the best secrets.

She cupped his face in her hands like it were a butterfly, or a secret, carefully keeping him from all the harm that wasn't there.

An indulgent secret she wanted just for herself, he was her last bottle before the bar ran dry.

But a butterfly must fly, and secrets are best when they're shared, she decided.
Nothing's real unless you throw it up to the sky right before you've sucked the life out of it.