Falling Blossom Emotion Novels & Stories

None apart from this. The surging is this. The welling is this. The flashing is this. No separation. The emotion subsides. Joy fades. Sorrow eases. Anger cools. All within this. None apart from this. The fading is this. The easing is this. The cooling is this. No separation. Every rise is this. Every fall is this. Every peak is this. Every valley is this. Every middle is this. No separation. The light that is. The love that is.

"What is this feeling? I despise it. Is this what jealousy feels like? If it is, then I want no part in it." Lynda's eyes reflected sympathy and understanding. She stepped closer, placing both hands on my shoulders. "What does it feel like?" "It hurts. I feel helpless, sad, and then furious. Maybe I'm angry at myself because I detest being consumed by these emotions." As I gazed upon the discarded flowers, remorse washed over me. It was a perplexing mix of emotions. Leaning down, I reached out and retrieved the bouquet, pulling it close to my chest. Pressing my face against the velvety petals, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

This spring is so warm in the palace! The cherry blossoms are blooming in pastel pink petals, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly; I guess it wants to touch me with its rays to make me cheer up; out of such a beautiful day I am the only one who can't be happy. The fountain spurts the crystalline water where my reflection is denoted as a mirror; my tender tears fall very often surrounding my cheek until they fall and join the water; but the surprise of a person makes me give a tremendous jump.

, keep it and its last emotions will stay with you. I sigh because it has a certain poetic meaning. The flower is dying because it was cut, I would appreciate its sacrifice, it would make its roots, petals and beauty worth something. She would keep it and keep the last of her emotions with me. "Thank you." I smiled at the flower. "You like me?" “Yes, it is really beautiful.” “I know, it's amazing that he's with me despite being a jerk,” he smiles, “I'm lucky.” “I was talking about the rose.” I clarify, laughing.

The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of blossoming flowers and the promise of spring. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the quiet suburban neighborhood, Alex's heart pounded with nervous excitement. He clutched the bouquet of roses tightly in his hand, their velvety petals a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within him. Alex had spent days meticulously planning this moment. He knew he had to do something grand, something that would sweep Emily off her feet and reaffirm his undying love for her. And so, he had purchased an expensive ring, a symbol of commitment and devotion.

I brushed my thumb over the petal and explained, “Why black rose? I want to know.” His eyes were fixated on the rose in my hand as he swallowed before opening his mouth, “Because nothing depicts me better than a black rose. The black rose is a symbolic flower with multiple meanings and interpretations. It represents intensity, darkness, passion, rebellion, and dominance, all of which resonate with my personality. A black rose is also a symbol of mystery, unknown, and unrequited feelings, which perfectly portrays whatever is between us.”

I followed it up with a string of laughing emojis while trying to contain my laughter from spilling out. Alexander: Well I doubt I'd hear anything today that'll beat this, nothing. Me: Suuuuuuuurrrrreeeeeeeeee Alexander: It's true though, nothing can beat any time I spend with you, anything you say to me, anything about you. My laughter transformed into a smile that I couldn't contain and a blush that spread like wildfire. Me: Don't flatter me, Doc. Alexander: Hopefully, it works. I like it when you blush. You looks so pretty like that.

Bending down, she collected that dried up flower in her hand and silently gazed down at it. It looked like someone had even stepped on it. Its petals were looking destroyed, but not on its own. But because of a human's carelessness. It was really looking lifeless, just like her emotions which were dying inside her, and she didn't even know what to do to keep them alive in her. She was turning lifeless internally, just like this flower. And it would not be long enough before she might lose herself physically too if he would continue to harm her like this.

My steps lead me outside, into Elena’s garden. I shiver from the cold once I open the glass door. But all the cold is forgotten the instant I notices the state of her garden. All the roses that once bloomed in rich colors, now hang wilted, with petals shriveled and brittle stems. A pang of sadness grips me. It feels symbolic, somehow, this garden is fading as quickly as its owner’s strength I crouch near one of the bushes and brush my fingers over a dead bloom. Maybe some of them can still be salvaged if trimmed, watered and cared for. But most are too far gone.

I wandered through the gardens, trying to clear my head, to push everything out of my mind. The flowers here were always stunning—vibrant, fresh, and untouched by the decay spreading across the land. It was one of the few things I genuinely loved about this place. I bent down to touch a blossom, its petals soft as it seemed to sway in my hand. I kept walking until I came upon a quiet clearing, the grass smooth and bathed in moonlight. I sat down, and all the emotions I’d been holding in—fear, frustration, sadness—spilt out at once.