The Last Petal
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Her life had its limit.
She seen herself as a flower. After she known that she'll die soon. She's wondering, "Why did a flower dies? When it's being cared by the rain. And why does somebody have to die? Can I feel happiness after that? Or it can left sadness into my heart?"
She doesn't know. All she know is as this rose petals continually fall one by one, her life span will continually shortens. When the flower die, she'll die.
But maybe into the other world...they will be together. No sickness being carry.
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A short story of mine. Hope you'll read it.
STARTED: 01/26/18
END: 01/28/18
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