The Rose

Not long ago,there lived a rose which would attract people by its smell and obviously its blood-red colour. Everyday its colour would be more enchanting. So another flower got jealous and wanted to abolish it. Because any other rose would die for that particular red shade. Near the mountains one day,a cool breeze was blowing. Getting an opportunity, the jealous rose said to the red one,"Buddy, why don't you go to any other place?"
--"No,I won't ,I was born here. Now,how can I leave this place and just go away?"
--"See,if you go away to a busy street,you will be able to help someone or the other and you like helping others,I think so?
--"Yeah,right I should think about it."
Next morning,a boy came crying who was presumably seventeen or so.
The red rose asked that what was the matter that he was crying ?
The boy said that her best friend loved red rose but as he could not find one, he gave her a yellow rose.
So she was angry and left that spot.
The red rose thought for sometime and told,"Brother,tomorrow morning you come,pick me up and give me in hands of your best friend.
The boy was happy and so was the rose because next morning, it was going to help someone which he had been waiting for.
The boy came in the morning and asked,"Are you sure you want to give your life for me?"
The rose laughed and said,"Why,can't you believe me or what???"
--"Ok,then let's go..."
The boy plucked the flower and went to meet the girl but,she just told this,"You poor fellow,you think that I will be convinced only by this rose."
You know that your another friend gave me this iPhone x and you....
She went away and this boy , heartbroken just kept the rose on a stone and came back home.
He washed his face and sat down.
Then thought,"Is an iPhone x more valuable than life of a pretty rose......."