Darci’s vitals are not co-operating; leaving the docs confused. She is equally dejected since she wants to live. She wants to be around her empire that she built.
With moist eyes, she looks outside the window and observes a bud that blooms into a flower, which eventually withers away. The process has been continuous for days, and this gives her the essence of her being. She has to let go her diseased body and make herself liberated from the bondage of sentiments, relations, and concepts. She stares at the dry rose, breathes her last, shedding her flesh and sorrows.
CarrotRanch is here again! With a 99 word challenge. Theme is: write about the experience of letting go of something that feels safe like training wheels.