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SANGRAM SALGAR

Fantasy Inspirational Others

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SANGRAM SALGAR

Fantasy Inspirational Others

The Last Rose Of Summer

The Last Rose Of Summer

2 mins
140


The once vibrant fields of Summervale now lay barren, the air heavy with the scent of decay. The once proud sunflowers hung their heads, and their golden faces turned to dust. Only one rose remained, its crimson petals a defiant splash of color against the desolate landscape.


This last rose was Amelia, a young woman whose beauty once rivaled the blooms she tended. But just like the withered flowers around her, Amelia too was fading. A terrible illness had ravaged her body, leaving her frail and pale, a wisp of the vibrant woman she once was.


Amelia spent her days in the garden, the last bastion of life amidst the decay. She sat beneath the lone rose, her fingers tracing the delicate petals, a silent farewell to the life she was losing. Her eyes, once bright with laughter, now reflected a deep sadness, the knowledge of her impending demise casting a long shadow over her heart.


One day, a young man named William stumbled upon Amelia's hidden haven. He was a traveler, a wanderer seeking solace from the harsh realities of the world. He was drawn to the solitary rose, a beacon of hope in the wasteland.


William and Amelia formed an instant bond. He was captivated by her gentle spirit and unwavering hope, while she found solace in his company, his stories bringin

g a flicker of light to her dimming world. They spent their days talking, sharing dreams and fears, and finding comfort in their shared isolation.


As the days turned into weeks, their bond deepened into love. William, with his youthful optimism, tried to convince Amelia to fight for her life, to seek a cure. But Amelia, accepting her fate with quiet dignity, refused. She knew her time was short, and she just wanted to spend her remaining days surrounded by the beauty she loved.


One morning, William arrived in the garden to find Amelia lying beneath the rose, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow. Her pale hand reached out, her fingers brushing against the soft petals. A single tear rolled down her cheek, a silent testament to the love and life she was leaving behind.


William held her hand in his, his heart breaking with grief. He watched as the last rose of Summervale faded, its petals wilting and falling to the ground, mirroring the demise of the woman he loved.


As the sun set, casting long shadows over the barren fields, William buried Amelia beneath the lone rose bush. He knew that even though her physical form was gone, her spirit would forever remain, embodied in the last rose of Summervale, a symbol of love, beauty, and the fleeting nature of life.


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