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The Last Leaf

The Last Leaf

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"The Last Leaf" is a heartwarming and emotional short story by O. Henry, one of America's most famous short story writers, known for his clever twists and vivid characters. This story, set in the artist's quarter of Greenwich Village, tells of hope, sacrifice, and the power of friendship. As Johnsy battles pneumonia, her belief that her life is tied to the last leaf on a vine leads to an unforgettable act of selflessness by an old artist, Behrman. This is a public domain work by O. Henry, and I'm sharing it here purely for reading and enjoyment purposes.
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The first in the Gone trilogy. ❝People change. Memories don't. ❞ I had that one person. That one person who would be my brightness in the dullest of days (trust me, there were a lot) just by gracing me with his presence. The frown that was permanently etched on my face would always seemingly dissipate into the happiness I felt when we'd meet up, running into his arms like he was my safe place. Everyone expected him to have someone, but no one thought it'd be me. No one wanted it to be me. Looking back on it now, it seemed like a typical love story. Him, the kind and gentle-hearted boy and I, the rude and cold-hearted girl. He wasn't kind, he wasn't gentle-hearted because if he was, then he wouldn't have left. Without a word. His lack of words towards me doesn't mean that I'm left speechless. In fact, I have a thousand words wanting to just slip off my tongue right this moment. Just because he's gone. [HIGHEST: #122 Short Story- 28/07/2015] Cover by my dear friend John. Editing finished in Feb 2016

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