2 The Little Prince (Told by the Rose)

I still remember the day the little prince arrived on my planet. At first, I was too vain and proud to show my true feelings. Instead, I pretended to be delicate, hoping to win his attention. It wasn’t until he left that I realized how deeply he had cared for me.

Day after day, he tenderly watered me, shielded me from the cold winds, and patiently indulged my unreasonable whims. Yet, foolishly, I let my pride silence my heart. When he finally decided to leave, I gathered the courage to whisper, "I love you." But my confession came too late—his footsteps had already faded into the stars.

Now, I gaze at the night sky, tracing the same constellations he might be wandering among. Regret weighs heavily on my petals—if only I had been honest, perhaps he would have stayed. Still, I wait, clinging to the fragile hope that one day, he will glance upward and remember the rose he once cherished.