The Death of the Sunflower

The First Day

I was a sunflower. I was the most beautiful and most special one among all the sunflowers. My life was simple. Every morning, when the sun jumped out of the horizon, I raised my smiling face to greet him. At noon, when bees visited me, I generously shared my pollen with them. At dusk when the wind flirted with me, I slowly swayed with him.

Although I was nice to them, I didn't love them, for I knew I was waiting for some one, the one I was destined to born for and destined to die for. So every day, I smiled my brightest smile so make sure when he met me, he could see the most beautiful side of me. All of my sisters called me crazy. "All we sunflowers need is sunshine, others being luxuries." "How dare you to expect that kind of dream." "Who do you think you are?" "I am who I am--I am the special one! You can't understand." I said proudly. Sooner or later they would find out where my true fate lay.

 

The Second Day

I finally saw him! When I was facing the raising sun as usual, a tall and thin figure suddenly cut off the ray. I could barely saw his appearance because he was against the light. But his fiery-red hair immediately attracted my attention. It was like a flame, shouting and dancing frantically in the wind. When I saw that, my heart began to beat faster. When he squatted down, I got so close to him that I could even feel his breath. Then, in the twilight, I saw his face. It was a plain one with many freckles on it. But his eyes were so wild, if not crazy, that I could almost see fire raging in them. I sensed that something inside my body was invaded by those eyes. Then he smelled my petals, caressed my leaves and kissed my floral disc. All of my self-protection collapsed. I was in love with frenzied eyes and the extraordinary man! So when he picked me, I remained my smile and did not struggle.

The great pain made me nearly faint. I knew I was going to die, but at the same time I knew I could be with him, no matter how short time it was. I didn't regret. Then he took me home.   

 

The Third Day  

     I was put in a beautiful vase. All the day, I was suffered from the overwhelming pain. I perceived Death was approaching, but I wanted to hold on a little longer to be with him.

     The man began to draw me on the canvas. Through the way he looked at me, sometimes child-like and sometimes madman-like, I could feel his softness, tenderness, and, above all, love to me. I was dizzy, thinking I would be vaporized by the fire in his eyes. Yes. I was well on my way toward devastation, but I wanted to remain as charming as now I looked. So I strived to show the most fascinating beauty to him, and to cast the brightest golden yellow into his mind. At that time, I was the happiest flower in the world.

     The man tried to take care of me, but without my soil and root I could not survive. I was struggling. I didn't want to leave him. Did you see a trop of water on my one of my leaves? That was not dew. That was my tear! I was desperately in hope of staying with him forever and ever. But the reality was, both of us knew it, that eventually he and I would be separated by the impassable river. When seeing my color fading and petals withering he became crazy. Finally I saw him cutting off his ear and putting it beside me. What a lunatic love it was! I was dying for this man, and he was dying for me! Though I would die in a few seconds, I knew I would be eternal in his heart. At my last gasp, I murmured my lover's name," Vincent Van Gogh."

 

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