Chaplin's vitals were not co-operating; leaving the docs confused. He was equally dejected since he wanted to live and be around the empire that he built.
With moist eyes, he looked out the window and observed a bud that had bloomed into a rose, which eventually withered away. The process had been continuous for days, and this gave him the essence of his being.
He had to let go his diseased body and make himself liberated from the bondage of sentiments. As he stared at the dry rose, he breathes his last, shedding his flesh and sorrows.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a Rose.
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