Bloom

Another work of fiction. This story is a product of the writer's imagination. Any congruity of this story to real persons or events is purely coincidence.

A requirement in one of my courses that I decided to publish.

This is a very very short story but I hope you'll like it.

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Like the flowers, this love started small, small as a seed. Then, it bloomed into a very beautiful flower but to our dismay, the drought came to the test how strong it was and then we proved......

We met in the most unexpected way, I was finishing my thesis in the garden area overlooking the open gate of this dormitory. I'm on my busy state when I noticed one of my roommates, throwing a bouquet of flowers-flowers of different colors and kinds-it was beautiful but it was just thrown the trash. I wondered why but I didn't dare ask. I see no point in meddling with other people's lives. But I went outside to save the beautiful flowers. But then you saw me and stopped me. I could see in your eyes how hurt you were, and I wasn't that slow to know that you were the one who gave that flowers to my roommate. I was so carried away by the moment that I absent-mindedly said, "Stop chasing for the woman who seems like she doesn't want you in her life again." You were shocked with the remark I had given and looked at me like I have no right to give my opinion because I don't really know what's happening between the two of you, even me, I was shocked too but the words just came out of my tactless mouth.

It wasn't such a good beginning, but that small talk, that little encounter became the start of a story that would last..... It marked the beginning of me getting interested with you, me being friends with you then slowly, unknowingly, falling inlove with you. You courted me and made me feel so special, you would give me the fresh bloomed roses every morning because it was my favorite, you gave me sweet chocolates, you made me see your world and I love you even more that I'd say yes to you even a million times when you ask me to be your girl. You made me your world, and I always say I wouldn't ask for more. You loving me, is more than enough. But sometimes I would ask, is it even right that I fished for more about you in the beginning? I shrugged off that disturbing question and kept loving you even though I have uncertainties of what might happen in the future. We shared the best memories together, we love each other and we live for each other.

But the drought was the worst, it came during the time I never saw it coming, I needed to go away, to live a life that I promised to live that I have totally forgotten because of you. Before, I imagine myself not being scared when this day comes but when I met you, it's a whole different story, but I didn't have a choice. I was born to follow the tradition. I can't and won't break it. I was a living testimony of a princess who didn't have her happy ending, our story was a fairytale that didn't up with, "they lived happily ever after". I needed to let go of you and that was the hardest part. Letting go of someone you really love, for the people you've loved all your life, from the day you were born. You both love them but unfortunately, cannot have them both.

I thought, choosing the right thing to do would make me feel less sad. But it didn't. Every single day without you, makes my heart sink in misery. When the big day is almost coming, I called it off. I know what would make me happy and I shouldn't let go of that, I won't let go of that. I know also that I was born to follow the traditions but I realized that my happiness is more important than these traditions. I came back but unfortunately I missed my chance. My prince is now gone. We met in the most unexpected time through the colorful flowers but I never expected what I saw when I came back, you lying in a white casket surrounded by white roses and orchids.

...We proved that just like all the flowers existing, the love blooms but also wither. Our story has its beginning and its end but its beauty would always be lasting and exceptional. That up to my death bed, it would still be you, Alex. Always have and always will.

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