Withering Rose
“Stay awake…” I sobbed.
Hot tears streamed down from my eyes. I didn’t even bother to stop them from flowing as a man should as I stare at the fragile figure in my arms - my little sister, dying in my arms.
So vulnerable and weak; like a withering rose.
“Don’t…” I pleaded.
But deep down inside me, I know she wasn’t able to hold on for long.
“I love you, brother.”
That was the last sentence she gave me as I felt her hand slowly leaving from my tight grip.
At that moment, I realised I had lost Alice forever.
Hot tears streamed down from my eyes. I didn’t even bother to stop them from flowing as a man should as I stare at the fragile figure in my arms - my little sister, dying in my arms.
So vulnerable and weak; like a withering rose.
“Don’t…” I pleaded.
But deep down inside me, I know she wasn’t able to hold on for long.
“I love you, brother.”
That was the last sentence she gave me as I felt her hand slowly leaving from my tight grip.
At that moment, I realised I had lost Alice forever.