Hi everyone!
How are you, my dear Hive community members? I hope you're all doing well and in good health.
Today, I’d love to share a romantic horror story with you—something born purely from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts afterward. So, let’s begin...
A forgotten forest shrouded in mist—
A place where even sunlight hesitates to enter.
The air hangs heavy, thick with the breath of ancient curses. Still and cold.
Amidst that silence stands a mystical tree.
Its twisted trunk tells tales of pain untold,
Its deep roots anchored in centuries of sorrow.
At its peak bloom hundreds of black roses.
Each petal cradles a memory…
A sorrow…
A soul lost in time.
An old legend surrounds this tree.
It is said that on the night of a blood moon, if a true lover stands before it and calls out the name of their lost beloved—the soul returns.
Just once.
For a fleeting moment.
Before this haunted tree stands a girl—Zara.
The shadows of sleepless nights rest in her eyes.
Her silence carries the weight of grief.
In her hand, a withered white rose—the last token of love from her departed beloved, Zaabit.
She closes her eyes.
Her voice trembles like the cold wind.
She whispers— "Zaabit..."
A chill sweeps through the forest.
The black roses begin to tremble—gently at first, then with rising unrest.
The mist at the tree’s base starts to swirl.
From the shadows, a figure begins to form.
Zaabit.
He had perished in a fire—claimed by a cruel fate.
Yet now he stood before her.
A ghost of light and shadow, caught between memory and oblivion.
His eyes still held the warmth of love…
And the ache of pain.
Unfinished promises lingered in his gaze.
"You came..."
—his voice, a broken whisper wrapped in longing.
Zara’s voice cracked as she replied,
"I can’t bear your suffering anymore, Zaabit.
I want you to be free…
Even if it means letting go."
Zaabit looked at her… then at the tree.
"Each black rose holds a memory of me—sealed within every petal.
If you tear them, one by one, I will be freed.
But with each petal you pluck,
My presence…
My essence…
Will fade from your soul."
Zara trembled.
Could she truly erase him from her memory?
Could she live a life without even his shadow?
Still…
She reached forward.
The first petal—
Their first meeting, at a rain-soaked train station.
His smile, soft and pure.
The second—
A quiet spring night beneath the stars,
Building dreams together with laughter.
The third—
Their final kiss,
When Zaabit whispered:
“Even in death, I will return to you.”
One by one, the petals fell.
And with each fall, Zaabit’s form faded.
The tree began to shake. Its roots pulsed through the mist like veins.
Shadows gathered, whispering in forgotten tongues—mourning.
Finally, Zara plucked the last petal.
The tree collapsed.
Zaabit vanished into the air, leaving behind only a single tear…
And his final words:
"Love is freedom, Zara…
Not captivity."
Dawn broke.
The mist began to lift.
Zara stood alone beside the ruins of the black rose tree.
In her hand, one torn petal—
The last trace of a love that once defied death.
She turned away and walked slowly back into the waking world.
But in her heart, Zaabit’s love lived on—
Silently,
Eternally.
Thank you so much for reading till the end!
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