#theweed

Once upon a time, there was a little flower who was born in an empty lawn. The little flower lived alone in the lawn. As she grew from a little sprout to a full bloomed flower, she also began to feel more lonely and sad. At night, the flower would always look at the starry night and wish for someone to accompany her in the dusty, sad lawn.

One day, as the flower woke up from her sound little sleep, she saw a tiny patch of green leaves beside her. The flower gasped when she saw the little weed and leapt with joy. She could not believe that for all the years she spent alone, finally, she has someone to talk, dance, laugh, and play with. Of course, the two beings became friends in a flick of the wind. They played, laughed, talked, and slept together.

Until One day, as the weed and the flower were singing in the wind, one of the flower's petal fell to the ground. They both gasped as they saw the poor petal die as it touched the skin of the soil. The flower sobbed. She could not believe what had happened. She asked for the weed's help but the weed just rolled her eyes and said, "One petal is lost but you have a whole lot more that lives. It will do you no good to cry and cry. Please my friend, stop whining already." So, the flower stopped. She followed the weed's words and tried to regain her happy composure although what she did feel, was her heart breaking and her soul throbbing.

Everyday, the flower would lose one of her petals but she wouldn't cry again. Her friend, the weed, would always remind her to never cry. But everyday, as the flower grew smaller and smaller; the weed would grow bigger and bigger. The weed started to fill every empty cracks of the once empty lawn. The flower was dying and she asked for her friend's help everyday. But the weed, would always just shrug and tell her that she's okay. So the flower pretended that she is indeed okay, although, truth is, she isn't. Little did the flower knew, that the weed was the reason for her aching pain.

The weeks flew fast and so does the transformation of the once beautiful and stout flower to a frail bony flower she is now. She's barely breathing while her friend, the weed was happily existing. When the night came, the flower called the weed to talk to her.

"My dear friend, I am dying. My time has come to an end and I shall leave this night to become a part of the starry sky. Would you feel sad without me?" The flower asked her. The weed stared at her, shook her head, and said, "If it's the best for you, I would gladly be happy."

The flower began to cry, not with sadness, but with disappointment and anger. With her eyebrows furrowed, she yelled, "The best for me? Did you ever think if helping me would've been the best you could do to me? You smiled, when I frowned. You laughed, when I sobbed. You sung, while I drowned. I wished for a friend, not a traitor. How pitiful of me to wish for someone as such of you."

The weed didn't reply but kept her head low, facing the ground. The flower wiped her tears and looked at the sky,