His Last Rose

her heart hurt. he didn't understand his feelings. she decided to end it all. he wouldn't let her. she fell in love, with the wrong boy. but when the other man appears in her life, can maysilee find the one she truly loves?

he loves me, he loves me too.


10. Roses are red, lies are pink.

I gasped as I woke up.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

It was Liam. I could see him. I reached out my hand and he took it in both of his.

"May, what's the matter? Do you need me to call a nurse?" His tone was concerned.

I could see, touch, hear and move. I truly was awake.

Then I started to laugh. I was awake. I wasn't trapped any longer. I had my life back. And I wasn't going to give it up for anything.

"May!" Liam's face was inches from mine, his brows furrowed, worried.

"I'm...awake!" I said finally. I pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around my back and I could hear him sigh a sigh of relief.

When we pulled away from each other, Liam's hands remained resting on my waist. "Can I walk?" I asked him hopefully.

He shook his head. "Not yet. Your muscles need to regain their lost strength. The doctors said the next step in your treatment is physical therapy for a few weeks. Your mother already agreed to it." He waited for my response.

"Where is my mother?" I hadn't seen her of even heard from her. Didn't she care that I'd woken up?

Liam took a deep breath. "In the time you were asleep, your younger sister, Mia, right?"

I nodded, eager, and slightly worried, for him to continue.

"She was diagnosed with leukemia."

I caught my breath.

"And she was sent to a hospital in America. There was a big break in treatment at a hospital over there, so she and your mom flew over to see what they could do." He looked at me, waiting for a reaction.

"What about Shealynn?" I asked, fearful of the answer.

"Who?" He asked, and I realized he didn't know my elder sister's name.

"My older sister."

"Oh. She applied for a job in a marketing company." He shrugged and looked away. He wasn't telling me everything.

"Did she get it?" I pushed.

"Yeah," He replied, "But they decided to transfer her."

"Where." I replied through my teeth.


I really tried to hold it together, to not cry in front of Liam, but my tears were stronger than my self control. Liam pulled me to his chest and I cried.

"Hey, it'll be alright." He soothed, and I felt him press his cheek against the top of my head.

"How? My family has all gone, I missed the nearly all of my senior year, and I'm immobilized. I don't think there's an upside."

"I'm sorry about your sister." He whispered.

I pulled away from him and wiped my eyes. "No." I looked at the roses next to me. Someone had faith in me. Now it was time for me to prove them right. "If being in a coma taught me anything, it's that I need to start living my life and quit the self pity." I turned to Liam. "Where is this physical therapy thing taking place?"

"It's here. Mondays, Wednesdays and Sundays. 7:00am to 11:00am." He handed me the sheet of paper he had been reading off of.

"Okay, but how am I going to get here. I won't be able to walk." I bit my lip, thinking. "When am I being released anyways?"

"They're giving you a wheelchair to use and I could give you a ride to and from." He responded, his voice getting quieter as he spoke. "And they said you leave sometime this week."

"You would do that?" I smiled. He really was a sweet guy.

"Sure, I mean, you've been through a lot these past few days, it'll give you one less thing to worry about."

I engulfed him in a hug. "Thank you Liam. I owe you."

He pulled away, frowning. "No, no we're even."

I frowned back at him. "I said quit it with that." He nodded and I turned to the roses. "These really are wonderful."

Liam nodded, bitterly, and I watched as a scowl crept across his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking from the flowers to him. He only stared at the roses. "My roses?" I asked, confused.

He shook his head. "Look closer."

I looked at the nightstand again, and this time I saw something tucked behind the vase. It was a small, folded square of paper. I pulled it out from its hiding place. It was tightly folded, taped shut. Removing the tape carefully, I unfolded the little white paper.

One the paper was a little white note, scribbled in pen. Signed with a name.

May these roses remind you of how beautiful you are,

and the thorns remind you to always stay tough.


"He--he left the roses?" I asked, letting the note drop onto my bed.

Liam's scowl remained present on his face as he nodded. "He left them, until he found something better to do with his time. Don't let him fool you, May. He doesn't care."

I nodded and dropped the note into the vase containing my roses.

"This is his last rose." Liam handed me a blood red rose from a vase sitting on the floor. "He left it separately." I placed it with the other pink roses. "Stands out, doesn't it?"

I smiled. "Yeah, it's pretty." I watched as the ink from the letter leaked into the water.

"That pathetic excuse for a love letter is going to kill all of your roses." Liam laughed.

I looked once again at the disintegrating paper. "Let them die." I whispered. "I only care for one." Then I removed the red rose and handed it to Liam. "Can you put this one in the other vase?"

"Yeah," He murmured, confused, I'm sure.

Then I faced the pink roses. Watching the ink coat the chopped stems. Watching them die. I looked to Liam.

"What's today?" I asked.

"Tuesday." He replied.

"Tuesday." I repeated.

"I think the doctor was talking about having you leave Thursday." Liam answered. "But I'm not sure."

I nodded. "That's fine." Then I looked back to the roses.

Two days and I'd be away from here.

Those two days couldn't come fast enough.

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