The lost book

A girl awakened something in his chest, something that resembles life. Since that day he started to see colors through her eyes, loves what she loves, hates what she hates, protects her from afar in silence and obsession to the point of killing! He raises the butterflies that used to fly around her house as if they were remnants of a life he can touch. But some mistake happened.. other copies of her started to appear. Identical faces, familiar movements, but they are not her! Ivan sees them, distinguishes them, knows them as if they are intruders come to steal her life. And the world — in his view — has started to copy what it has no right to copy. This becomes a justification for him to kill every "fake copy" of her, not out of hatred but to protect what illuminates his world. He walks in a city that does not suspect him, with a stable identity and a fixed mask, while the truth slips from his hands like a butterfly wing stained with blood.