It Ended With a Rose

Author's Note: I was browsing through the web and found this picture. It reminded me of so many things. So here is a short story I wrote based on it. It's about the one's you love, and the last moments of you. I hope you like it!

I knew it would be the last time I could see him. It was the last minutes of me. There were so many things going on in my head, but all I knew was if he was with me, holding my hand, I knew that everything was going to be all right. His dreamy blue eyes fill up the night sky and his laugh is so adorable. There is no possible way that I could let go. I will have to, but who knows when the time will come.

           
I couldn’t stop thinking about Logan. I remember that day. It was a gloomy night, with the clouds moving quickly past the moon light. I was standing at the old mansion. It was the two of us, me and Logan. Lightning struck, thunder clapped, and the wind whistled into the house. The both of us were together, but I don’t know what exactly happened after that. 

There is one thing though, a fire. The house started on flames and Logan gave me a rose. A red to be specific, the both of us knew that it was the end. I couldn’t breathe anymore, as I fell to the floor the rose fell out of my hand. The last thing I saw was the rose. It started to burn and catch on fire. I knew that everything would turn out all right. Logan was holding my hand, my dream finally came true. I didn’t care what would happen; all I knew was that, I was going to be okay.

I looked at Logan one last time and said, “Logan, I love you.” I saw that smile on his face, and he replied back saying, “Love you too.”

My eyes shut and my heart stopped beating, my life was perfect from the beginning to the end. One thing that I want to say is that, love is something that is out of this world. It helps you in the times of need. Love, it’s a word that can make your heart pound faster than the speed of light.