The Rose Said to The Thorn (short story)

The rose said to the thorn, why do you have to exist? My beauty gets consumed by the fear of you. It is you and only you who allow people to tag me as flawed; you make me imperfect and degrade my allure. If you cease to be, I will commence to be loved, more and more.

The thorn was prickled and said what he felt, “I hate to see you hurt when you get detached from you roots, your beginning and your origin. I try to protect you from ending up in the hands of the monsters that fail to comprehend your beauty.” The thorn felt teary and the silence which followed was yawning.

It was the rose who ended the pause, “Stop hurting those people, for they pluck me to remind them of how beautiful this World can be. If I can bear the pain of separation to let people appreciate nature’s benevolence, so can you. Moreover, when it comes to hurting one another, humans are already pretty good at that job.”

The conversation was complete for the rose but yet not provided contentment to the thorn. It went on to think how he could stop to unfurl anguish when it was his nature to do so.