Falling Blossom Emotion Novels & Stories

|| Author POV || Rosa walked out of the washroom while rubbing a towel through her hairs. Her hair was damp and dripping. Her mind was cloudy. She still didn’t understand what had happened last night. Why she suddenly cried in his arms like that. Like a child. Like something inside her cracked open. It felt like the rain had pulled her apart, the sound of it, his silence and the weight of her own heart. Now, with the morning air brushing her skin, shame settled in like a second skin. She can’t even control her emotions. How pathetic.

It’s beautiful. There’s no reply. I feel like he’s closer, maybe, but it’s hard to tell. He feels so lost in his grief and anger, and I really think this is it. He’s gone. And very soon, he won’t be there at all. The wind shifts, clouds scudding across the spring sky. I catch a scent. It’s brief, barely there. Did I imagine it? Floral. Jasmine. It sears through my chest like a blade.

"Edward, please collect the pieces of that book and make sure that every last page is burned." As we step into the valley and make our way through all the cherry blossom trees, I know that this shall be the parting scent that I shall know my beloved as. But what moves me beyond the beauty of their pink flowers is the rows of fairies that bid us farewell as we leave. They, too, do not know my beloved, but my beloved is receiving their blessing into the world beyond. One small tear escapes my eye; I believe these shall become frequent for a long time, if not forever.

Soon, she broke down into tears. "Blair, that is really bad! The rose signifies your relationship with him. It blossoms when you start to develop feelings for him. It turns blue when his time is drawing near. Each petal that vanishes signals that he is one day less to live. You have practically automatically connected that's why the rose is on your skin. It's going to be even harder to resist him, Blair. Oh God, I can't lose you again. No, I can't!" Mum cried and the line went dead. I stared at my phone, stunned.

“Those feelings come rushing back once you see him. I’m telling you, if he has no girlfriend, you better make a move. Or you’ll lose him again.” Her words made me think about him and I found myself blushing after imagining him with me. “Ah! Let’s see once he comes here.” I cut her off when she was about to speak about him again and walked away from her. Taking the flowers in my hands, I inhaled the scent of lilies before I put them in a flower vase. Their natural aroma was always refreshing. As I kept arranging the flowers, I noticed Emma coming towards me, and it took me no longer than a minute to understand she was going to assign me another work.

And then Knight whispered, ‘Caleb, look up. The blossom was dying. It fell from the trees, falling slowly, sadly, to the earth. I froze, a sob building in my chest as I watched the petals twirl to the ground. The once-green buds beside them withered, turning brown and drying out before they, too, tumbled down. A snowflake landed on my nose. It melted as it touched my skin. Another fell, then another. It was snowing again. It was snowing again. I fell to my knees. The moss was shrivelling up; I hit hard stone.

Emily pursed her lips, “What are you saying? Do you really think you have the right to say anything? Of all people, aren't you the most fake? Pretending to be a good sister and taking on the costs of the wedding, turning my day into a nightmare? You made sure to choose everything I hate the most… even my fucking bouquet! Who the hell picks yellow Chrysanthemums for a wedding?” The symbolism for which Eleonor picked that flower can be understood as her true feelings, and she gives a smile. It can be understood in many ways, but this is a flower that can be sent to funerals. These means sorrow. The sorrow that Eleonor has been cultivating all these years to the point of corrupting even her mem

It fits perfectly, like it is fate for her to wear it. As I slip it on and admire it; I’m having conflicting emotions. Seeing it on her delicate finger makes me miss my mom again and my heart clenches with that grief, but I also feel complete and whole, like this is where it was always supposed to be. I feel Rose’s other hand caress my cheek. I look into her mesmerizing eyes and see her smile. I can feel her happiness and love through our bond, and it is the most amazing feeling I’ve ever experienced, feeling Rose’s emotions through our connection.

It’s magical, the way the rain patters down on my heated flesh, cooling me and providing me with even the tiniest amount of comfort. Blossom looks like she is sobbing, crying out something I can’t quite comprehend. My body jostles as I blink, unable to feel anything, my body numb as I focus on her. She tries to move toward me, but someone pulls her back, dragging her away.

He was unable to react but didn't push Joseph away as well. The snow started falling. The maroon-colored plum flowers looked even more beautiful with the falling of snow. Their little peck looked even more beautiful and meaningful. It looked as if everything was meant to be from the beginning. The field, full of different flowers and the snow falling on top, made it look like everything was a scene straight from a romance movie.