I'm in a sharing mode lately. :3 This is a short essay, story, thing (I dunno what it is really) I wrote a while back after the second year of the anniversary of my cousin passing away. It's another reflection of my feelings back when, but it's still powerful inside of me today. I miss him a lot, but I'll know I'll see him again someday. I know he wants me to live and be happy with life to the fullest. So yeah... this was something I wrote to start stitching together my feelings of sorrow and depression and put it on the shelf. Hope you guys like it. If you don't want to get depressed, don't read it. Or eat chocolate or watch a silly sitcom afterwards. I'm warning you now. xD The Earth and the Rose The smell of rain from the night before hung in the air along with the smell of moistened earth. The chilly morning air caressed my face and arms, making small goose bumps rise on my skin. My green eyes trailed upward to the sky. Small wisps of clouds sailed over me ever so slowly across the pink dawning sky. A slight breeze whispered through the trees which made the leaves dance and the branches sway gracefully. I inhaled deeply, taking all of this in my mind. Today was a beautiful morning… but today was also the anniversary. The anniversary of when my friend passed away and left me in this world. I looked down at my hands. Resting on my palms was a small flower pot. Planted within the flower pot was a small, delicate rose bush. The last gift… his last gift. The red roses were fully bloomed now, and seemed to glow in the light of the sun. I smiled with sadness, finally kneeling on the damp, cool earth. I sat the pot ever so carefully beside me and picked up a miniature spade. Then, I began to dig in the earth. Last year, the earth became my friend’s blanket, his final resting place where he would always sleep. And while he slept, my soul was drowned with agony far beyond imagination. He was my only Listener, the only one who reached inside of me and saw the true me. And then, just like that, he was gone… Before he shut his eyes for eternity, he handed me the rose within the pot with his shaky, pale hands. “For you,†he whispered. “Take care of her… She is so much like you.†I almost went insane. Everyone thought it was grief that I was going through, and left me alone to cry and wail, but there was so much more to my inner turmoil. The weeks and months following after he left were so lonely, so sorrowful. I didn’t want to be alone, but everywhere I turned for help, they treated me like the plague. They didn't want to be weighed down by the sadness that pierced my heart. I felt like I wanted to die. The likes of me weren't welcomed in this world. I wanted to end my life. Who would care if I left or not? I'd just make their lives easier without being there to burden them. Just when I was about to loose it, I looked on the rose bush. He wants you to live… she seemed to have whispered to my heart. Coming back to reality, I patted the soil around the rose bush that was now planted within the ground. I had given her back to my friend. “Are you saying goodbye?†I turned to see a boy, not much older than me watching me as I cared for the rose bush. I smiled, and then shook my head. “Only saying hello.†The boy grinned, and then took my hand that was still covered in dirt. I stood by the boy’s side, looking out over the world touched by the morning. A slight breezed came over us, washing us with the scent of rain. The rose bush was between us, swaying ever so gently in the wind…
Aww that was amazing and now I'm depressed while being amazed(should've listened to the warning). And I'm sorry about your cousin I bet he was a nice guy. :) and is everything that happened in this essay what actually happened or was some made up? Thanks for sharing this~ :) :)
Half and half. The emotions were real, the events that took place in this little scenario I made were more like symbols of my life. ^^ Thanks for reading and commenting btw.
Aww. While it was sad in the beginning (and very emotional), I wasn't actually depressed. I actually felt better upon reading the best and the end. It was a very beautiful piece, and I really enjoyed it. I love your writing style, and you're very organized. :) Good job!
Oh Maka dear, this is a wonderful and emotional piece. You had me tearing up! I really like your writing style, so .. inspiring? I guess. I'm going to get find a big box of chocolates and eat my heart out now. ;_; Great job.
Good, you shouldn't get depressed. Evar. :'D I'm glad you liked it, and thank you so much for the comment. :glomp: Awwww! Thanks Kelly! *Huggles* Yeah, be a good idea to eat some chocolate. ^^ Thank you so much for reading it and commenting on it, and I'm happy you enjoyed it.
You were correct, that was very depressing in the beginning, but the development of the story towards the end made it a rather happy piece. That was absolutely beautiful - so beautiful. It captured the emotions felt amazingly well, through both description and symbolism, and goodness your writing style is absolutely amazing. You must write more. One can tell that this is a piece close to your heart from the way even others, myself included, can feel the emotional impact. I am horrendously happy the story held an ending as such - a happy one. Lovingly beautiful.
