Withered Rose

Withered Rose

A Story by Westminster Abbey
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A tragedy

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My grandfather gave my grandmother a rose bush before he died. When I graduated from high school, my grandmother gave me a cut of that bush. I took the rose to college with me, and I placed it in a vase by my dorm window. I took good care of that rose. Over time, the small flower blossomed, as I did. I graduated from my freshmen year in the top ten percent of my class. In my second year of college, I had moved up to the top five percent. I was beginning to be recognized by my peers as excellent in my field. It was that year that I met Aaron. We were in the same applied mathematics class, and he asked me to tutor him. We fell in love. Five years later, while studying abroad in Europe, he proposed to me while riding the London Eye. I said yes. Six months later, we were married. I was soon pregnant with our first child, a girl, whom I named Bailey. Aaron was a great father; he would always tell our little girl stories before bed. She was six years old when it happened. We were driving her to her ballet class in the rain; I had been pregnant at the time with a boy, who we had already agreed to name Tyler. It was dark and wet, so Aaron didn't see the semi truck when it came in on the left. He had swerved to miss it and crashed into a tree. Both Aaron and Bailey were dead before the medics arrived. Aaron had reached out to protect me, sacrificing his own life for mine; I survived with only minor injuries. It was the crash that caused the miscarriage. I cried for days afterwards. I suppose I was never the same again. Aaron and Bailey had been my whole life, and since there was never to be a Tyler, what did I have to live for? Aaron had saved my life that night, but he made the wrong decision. So I chose a gun. One bullet was all it took. When the police arrived, they found me in the kitchen, lying in a pool of my own blood, with one withered rose lying on the counter.

© 2013 Westminster Abbey


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I really like this. If I were you, I would develop this more and make it into a full book. ^_^

Posted 11 Years Ago


I agree with Greg on the fact that it seemed to be told from a ghost's point of view. :)

I actually did cry, you were right! X'D

Very nicely written :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like how it seemed to be told from a ghost rather than a straight forward person writing this. That's original. I have depression, and I do often think of suicide, so in a way I could understand what your main character goes through. Writing is what keeping me alive, because even I don't really like myself, I like my writings and I want to make a career out of it. Nevertheless, well done

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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