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Her heart ceased to beat years ago

A love story of Lotus

By RabiyaR ButtPublished 2 days ago 3 min read

Once upon a time in a little village in the mountains there was a beautiful and generous woman who call Lotus. Everyone that had the pleasure of knowing her was a fan and her smile could brighten up even the pitch black room. Lotus was working as a florist and enjoyed her job to the core as she used to make flowers as per her natural instincts and used to make beautiful flowers that can bring smile on some or everyone’s face.

There once came to the village one day a good looking man known as Orion. He was a man who traveled and escaped from society, so he was warmly welcomed by Lotus and her politeness. When they first shook hands, Ramsey and Jade looked into each other’s eyes, and at once, both biologically and on a deeper level, both felt the spark, that vital and essential attraction that makes people feel like they’ve known their partners in other lives.

Orion started coming to the new flower shop of Lotus and as a result of their working together, they found themselves developing feelings for one another. They would spend hours just chit-chatting and laughing and even telling stories. For the first time in her life, Lotus felt really close to a person and for sure, now she had a soul mate.

And as days slowly turned into weeks, days they fell in love with each other. They would go for long romantic strolls during the evening in the mountains, holding hands, with sun setting at the background. Orion would sing to Lotus with his guitar and music would fill the valleys for the two of them. Free from their problems, they got the joy they perhaps hadn’t felt for a long time.

However, what was in store for them? Orion thought there was something wrong that he had not told Lotus about, that is, a side he did not let her see. He was escaping from his past or rather the pain and the dreadful feeling of guilt that was persistently chasing him. Mencken was a ‘lucky’ man until one day his misfortune clock finally struck.

They were together in the flower shop the man with a cold and bitter heart came in the door as they were sitting. Orion was not the kind person that he appeared to be, he even told Lotus that he has a criminal record and he had injured people before. Lotus is heartbroken feeling; she was crushed into a million pieces.

She huffed and tried to open her mouth to speak but he interrupted her and tried to explain to her and let her know that he had changed, that he loved her more than anything in the world. But it was a price that Lotus refused to pay for, the idea of being with a man that had isse in the past inflicting pain on others. She felt betrayed and shockingly, what she thought she had for this man transformed to dust.

Thus, Orion left the village and, having an unhappy heart , went his way. Lotus stayed on, her flower shop functioning as a symbol of their once happy and passionate love affair as well as the suffering that was eventually inflicted on them. She always remembered Orion, always remembered the happiness that he gave her, yet she was fully aware that their love life could not work out.

Year after year went by, and Lotus seems to turn into an awkward imitation of her former self. She has stopped making beautiful bowls and vases, stopped smiling and, in effect, stopped living. She loved Orion and had been enshrouded with this darkness she could not come out from it.

It is one day that Lotus died pleasantly with flowers which she used to enjoy so much. The villagers had buried her after she expired but they understood that her heart had ceased to beat many a year prior, the day she lost her husband.

Lotus from the village had died and Orion who was roving the world returned to the village after hearing this news. He cried beside the plot marked her grave, tears streaming down his face, he said, “My love, my love, I am sorry that it took me this long to come for you and tell you the truth and I am sorry I did not fight for our love”.

Alas, it was already too late. Lotus was dead, and Orion only remained, his poor heart devoid of the love that this girl once gave to him.

Love

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