The Last Petal

Prologue

Greetings everyone! This is my first story. I hope everyone will like it. I'll try my best to update my story every week.

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PS: The photo on the right are Matthew and Tiffany back when they were still young. (just pretend that Tiffany is wearing a white dress while Matthew is wearing a tux)

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It was the first week of summer vacation when Matthew and I second met. The first was during a wedding, I was the flower girl and Matthew was the ring bearer. While everyone was busy congratulating the groom and the bride, I sneaked out and went to the garden at the back of the church. I sat on the muddy grass and picked out some flowers. I made floral crown and placed it on my head.

“I’m going to become a bride someday.” I said to myself happily.

I picked another bright yellow flower and started pulling off its petals. “He loves me, he loves me not…”

I continued pulling off until the very last petal “He loves me!”

“Who loves you?” a voice came from behind.

I turned to see who it was and saw a young boy wearing a tux.

I stared at the last petal and said “My groom”.

The young boy walked towards me and sat beside me. He also picked out a flower and pulled off its petals. “She loves me, she loves me not…”

He continued pulling the petals until there is only one left. “She loves me!"

He faced me with a smile “My bride loves me”

I smiled in response.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Matthew”

“My name is Tiffany.” I said as I grabbed his hand for a hand shake.

His eyes turned wide and his lips curved into a little smile.

“Let’s be friends” I said to him.

He nodded his head and agreed to be friends with me.

“There you are Tiffany.” That was Yaya Elma.

”I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Look at you” She removed the mud on my white dress and the crown of flowers on my head and left it on the ground.

“I’m sorry Yaya.” I told her.

She grabbed me and carried me in her arms and walked away. I looked at Matthew and waved goodbye. He smiled back and said goodbye. And that was the last time I saw him.