Mothman |day 619

The mothman is a folklore creature from West Virginia.

My mothman is a very lonely man.

He locked himself in his basement after his wife's sudden death and hasn't come out since.

It's been almost 400 years since then.
He spent all this time painting portraits of her under the light of candles.
He eventually started loosing his mind and memories to the point where he didn't recognize the face in the portraits anymore.
He knew it was someone special but couldn't recall anything else.
Not even her name.

It was when he forgot her name that he started to change.
He grew wings and a proboscis and millions of tiny little sensitive hairs all over his body.
During that time he also started getting drawn on the sight of the flame of his candles.
He could just sit there and stare at the small fire all day.
So much that he forgot to sleep and drink and eat.
He was completely consumed by the sight of the flame.

There was nothing left of him. He was an empty shell with a blank mind.
He grew weaker every day.
He felt himself starting to fall.

With what was left of his instincts he grabed a chair next to him to stop his fall.
But he was so weak.
He fell on the floor along with the garment that was left on top of the chair.

The garment had a smell that reminded him of something.
But it was too late to figure it out.
He was so frail when he fell on the floor that he had cracked open.

From his cracked body emerged thousands little moths with beautiful wings full of life.

They flew here and there and filled the basement.
They got mesmerized by the candles too.
For some time after that they all stayed there watching the flames.

Some even got so close that their wings burnt.
More days passed and eventually the last candle went out.
It was then time for all of them to leave that basement.
They flew all around the world looking for flames.
And garments with that same smell.
The mothman's empty shell of a body is still on that basement.
His spirit though left with the moths to look along with them for that smell and flames.
Until he found her.
He recognized her immediately.
She was wearing that same garment and her hair were bright red.
Everything came back to him.
He missed her so much.

They are both happy now.
I just wish he would tell the moths that he found what he was looking for.

So they would stop ruining my winter clothes.
Also what's with the infinite amount of candles and painting supplies?

400 years?!

That's a lot of candles!