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oh ok i see thanks seeing as how this is my threadf i figure i can post what ever i want here so here is a story i read it was really good but kinda sad.

Lavender
The thorns were sharp and pointy, the stem stiff and hollow-feeling. The petals were silky smooth and very delicate. The scent it gave off was sickeningly sweet as she breathed it into her nose. It was a lavender purple color, the petals perfectly overlapping each other into an intricate design, the stem was a leafy color and the thorns were dark brown. The rose petals reminded her of her mother's garden in the back yard, which reminded her of when she used to help her plant flowers with her when she was little, her face and hands covered in dirt and playing with her toy shovel and gardening gloves. She could hear her mother laughing at her when she would play with the worms in the soil. She wrapped her arms around him, still holding the rose, hoping the moment would never end.
It had been so long since that day. However, these roses were a peach color, which as she knew from working at a nearby flower shop when she was in college, meant sympathy. She asked the nurse to put the roses in a vase for her. She sat the glass vase on the table next to her, along with the other gifts she had received during the night. There were teddy bears and balloons and cards reading “Get Well Soon!”. Some were signed by her grandchildren; she could tell by their scraggly handwriting. Her children knew better than to sign. They knew the severity of the cancer, and that she could only survive a few more days. She was glad that they weren't there to see her; she knew how it would upset them. They would be in some time tomorrow, hopefully when she wasn't sleeping. She would love to see Melanie's smiling face again, but somehow she didn't think that she would be smiling...and Ethan, always trying not to show emotion in a bad situation, just like his father. She wondered if he would ever let his guard down. He promised he would come to see her, but she wasn't going to get her hopes up.
The table full of gifts was the only thing that seemed to have color in the dreary hospital room. Although everything was white, it seemed like the room had a dark cloud hanging over her and what she could remember calling the “smell of death” lingered throughout the hospital. Melanie looked at her mother sleeping peacefully, her chest rising up and down very slowly. She had to stay calm and keep the tears from streaming down her face. She sat the lily down next to the other gifts and kneeled down beside the bed and held her mother's hand. It was so fragile and bone-thin, almost as pale as the walls of the room, ice cold. Melanie was the only person that would come and see her now. She didn't want to bring the children here to see her pass. It was easier just to tell them that “Grandma has gone to heaven, and we would see her when it was our time. Until then, God will take good care of her for us, okay?” They had just stared at her with blank faces and went back to playing with their toys. Melanie laid her head down next to her mother's and began to cry. She heard footsteps approaching, but she did not bother to see who it was. She just wanted to be with her mother, uninterrupted, without the stupid nurses bugging them every five minutes about this and that. Melanie noticed her mother's eyes beginning to open, so she wiped the tears from her eyes quickly and sat up to see her. She wasn't looking at Melanie, but behind her, as if something had surprised her. Then her mouth curled into a warm smile. Melanie looked to see what she could possibly be smiling about.
Ethan stood in the doorway, holding a briefcase in one hand and something in the other. He looked as if he had just come from work, wearing his suit and tie, his dirty blond hair slicked back with hair gel. He looked much older, more serious than when Melanie was little. She didn't remember much about him, only that his mere presence struck fear into her as a child the few times that she had ever seen him. His face was the same, the lack of emotion in his eyes, the same blank expression that he always had. Her mother used to say that he was like a carbon copy of her father. He took his jacket off and sat it on the back of one of the red velvety chairs sitting in the corner of the room. He put his brief case on the chair beside it and walked to the other side of the bed and stood still, avoiding eye contact with Melanie, and only looking at her mother.
“I brought these for you, mother.” he said, handing her a bouquet of purple roses. Her eyes lit up, surprised that he could remember the story that she and Steven used to tell him over and over.
“I gave her that rose, and we have been inseparable since.”
“That's sappy. I can't believe you got all worked up about a stupid rose, mom.”
“It wasn't stupid, Ethan. It was very special. Your father was very romantic.”
“I don't think it was that special. It was just a stupid flower.”
“Whatever, Ethan. You'll understand when you're older.”
Her mother handed the roses back to Ethan to put on the table. The scent was no different from when she was young, only weaker. She asked Melanie to open the window.
“But the nurses don't want you to catch a cold. It is rather chilly outside.”
“It doesn't matter. Just open the window.” She obeyed, turning the handle sideways and pushing on the glass. The curtains swayed a little and a cool breeze wafted through the window. As she held her children's hands, her breathing became uneven. They stayed by her side until her very last breath, with a sweet smell pervading the air.