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Wildflower Goodbyes
By Thomas Miller
The sun had just set over the fields of wildflowers when Thomas and his bride-to-be stood before each other in the last moments of light. They had come here, to this place of beauty, to say their final goodbyes and to sing their last song. She looked at him with such love and tenderness, her eyes full of sorrow but also of joy. She took a deep breath and began to sing.
The melody was slow and melancholic, a lament for all the love they had shared and all that had been lost. Her voice carried with it an aching sweetness, a beautiful sadness that echoed through the fields and filled the air. Thomas watched in admiration as she sang, tears streaming down his face.
But then, all of a sudden, something changed. Her singing became labored and strained, and Thomas could see that her body was shaking with the effort of keeping the song alive. She was growing weak, and soon a trickle of blood escaped from her mouth.
Thomas felt a deep pain in his heart, and he knew in an instant that his beloved was dying. He could not bear to accept it, and he screamed out in agony. He pulled out a dagger from his pocket and, in one desperate act, plunged it into his own heart. The two of them lay together in their last embrace, their blood mingling together as they passed away into eternity.
Thomas' last words were a fierce plea: "Not on my wedding day!" He had loved her so deeply, and now, in their final moment, he wanted nothing more than to be with her forever.
Their love was tragically beautiful, and all the flowers around them seemed to mourn with them. Even nature itself seemed to be in sorrow. The sun had set, and yet, in the darkness, there was still a ray of hope that somehow, somewhere, the two of them would live again.