The Yellow Rose

“Ah damn it, turn off, I know I have to get up, you don’t have to keep reminding me”

First days were always the worst, every year, new people with horrible personalities, fake images, and spoiled out of their minds. Going to the orchestra everyday was such a hassle, being first chair cellist was never a bad thing, but having to deal with all the people involved in the orchestra, is where the pain begins.

Getting dressed, grabbing some breakfast, and packing up the cello, and heading out the door to his car, he stopped, and thought to himself, what if this year is different? What if I meet somebody who isn’t a complete d****e? Someone I can relate to, some I can talk to about anything, someone who will actually care about my existence. Nonsense he thought, that could never happen, and it never would happen, or so he thought.

Pulling up to the music hall, he could see all the new musicians walking in, suddenly glancing towards the entrance, he caught a glimpse of one of the most beautiful girls he had ever saw, and to top it off, she was carry a cello. Excited, he parked his car, grabbed his cello and ran into the hall, and burst through the door, and to his pleasure he saw her, sitting second chair, and first chair was awaiting him.

Her name was Emelia, he didn’t care much for her last name, because he knew one day she’d have his. She played the cello so beautifully, if angels could talk to me, that is what they must sound like. He once heard a quote on a television show that he never forgot. “To hear a beautiful woman playing the cello beautifully would require words beyond our language to describe” These words were coming to life. He knew he had to make her his wife.

Weeks went by, with nothing more than “hellos” and “how are you”.

One night while sitting in his room thinking about her nonstop:

“Damn it! Why can’t I talk to her? Why can’t I ask her out? Why can’t I simply have a conversation with her? What is wrong with me!?!?!?!”

Talking to his friends over the phone and internet only made things worse. All they would do is tell him to ask her out, that he has nothing to worry about; of course he couldn’t grow the courage to do such a thing. Talking to girls and building relationships with them have never turned out well for him from his experience, heart breaks, lies, being lead on, all of it, ruined him.

Finally, the greatest thing happened to him, he got her number.

Ever since then they would stay up all night texting, talking about music and the orchestra, never talking about relationships. If only she knew, that would’ve made things a lot easier.

Eventually days went on, texts were sent, hints were dropped, things were changing. She figured out that he liked her, and to his astonishment, she liked him back. Never mind getting her phone number being the greatest day of his life, this blows that out of the water and into space.

He finally grew the courage to ask her out. He was finally going to do it; this would change his life forever.

He arrives at the hall one day, he sees her there, runs up to her, she sees him, and his heart breaks. She runs away, back into the hall, feeling like a fool, feeling like his world had just been turned upside down, inside out; he slowly walks back to his car, gets in, and turns on some depressing music as he drives home.

She later texts him, she apologizes, and even though he swore that after his past crushes, he wouldn’t ask her out over text but he did, and she of course said yes.

Months would go by where they would just stay up all night texting each other, Skyping each other, calling each other. One of his most favorite memories is staying up till 5 o’clock in the morning being on the phone with her. He would never forget that moment.

At long last they finally started going out on dates, mostly to the movies where they would talk and he would put his arm around her like in ever cliché relationship, but hell, it felt right and he never planned on letting go. Eventually he started coming over to her house and got to know her family, who he instantly felt at home with and loved each one of them. Everyone treated him like part of the family, and he knew, that one day, no matter how long it took, they would be his family.

Emelia, such a beautiful name, he would never forget that name, no matter what happened, he would never love her any less. Of course, just like every other couple, there were fights, some were constant and would make it seem like it was the end, but they would get through it, and all the fighting would always be worth it.

She always tried her best to come and support him and his band at their gigs, she would stand there in the audience and no matter how scared he was, he could just look at her and every worry, pain, fear, and trouble would disappear. Every time his fingers hit the finger board, every note was played for her, every chord strummed for his love for her. If only she knew how much pain and trouble he went through to please her, to love her, to be the best boyfriend he could be, and he knew wasn’t the greatest.

More months passed, the passing of his birthday wasn’t what he expected but he loved it none the less. Christmas came, he spent it with her family, who openly accepted him and treated him like he had always been there, not just as her boyfriend, but as their son in law.

The orchestra that they were both apart of throws a formal of sorts every year for their musicians to relax and have a good time. Formal had arrived, he arrived at her house, looking like a fool, meeting her family and talking amongst them, he was suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, standing before him in the doorway, was the universe’s most gorgeous woman. After picking back his conscious he escorted her to the hotel. There they would spend the night talking and dancing with their good friends Matt and Meira. When the last song came on, they slow danced with the rest of the couples and after it was over headed home, more in love than he had ever been.

Eventually their one year was approaching and he started to panic, he had no idea what to do. Romance was never really a thing for him, it just came naturally, but now, he needed to be the best he could be.

“What should I get her? More jewelry? No she already has a lot. Candy? Nah too cliché. A letter again? No that’s not original enough.”

Then suddenly.

“A story! I’ll write a story about us, about all our times we’ve spent together, and then I’ll give it to her! Brilliant!”

He then went to work, staying up all night writing trying to get every word he could out and onto the pages, his fingers hurt so much from typing so fast. Most people say they have a hard time writing, but they say once you feel passionate about it, the words come flowing out, and at this point, passionate was just an understatement.

He eventually finished the story and decided to wait until their anniversary to give it to her, he now had to focus on Valentine’s Day.

After orchestra ended on that Friday, she carried her card from him, and the box of candies he also gave her, and headed home with him. Upon arriving at home, he jumped out of the car, ran inside, grabbed a bouquet of roses and ran back out and gave them to her. She was so stunned at the gesture she didn’t know what to do. He picked her up and carried her inside, where he sat her down on the couch where she soon came back into consciousness. She examined all the roses, reread the card he gave her, just in time, he brought out his guitar. He soon began singing love songs to her, she growing even more madly in love with him after every chord, couldn’t contain it anymore and grabbed his guitar and jumped on top of him, kissing him all over, she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. They would not move from that spot all night, I think we all know what happened next.

Their anniversary came up, and that morning upon waking up from the night before, he gave her the story he had written, and watched her read it. Tears, laughs, love, everything came from her, she was so overwhelmed with emotions that she started to cry. He held onto her and asked her:





“My love, why must you cry?”

And she responded:

“Because these words, those songs, every gesture you gave me, is more then I could’ve ever asked for, I just don’t know how I could ever compete with you, you love me more than I ever thought a man could love a woman. Why was I so lucky to fall in love with you?”





“You lucky? Are you kidding me? I’m the lucky one in this relationship; I have a woman that is so beautiful, so perfect, in every way.”





And to that she cried even more, growing even more concerned he asked:

“Why more tears?”

To which she responded

“It’s just, this seems like a perfect dream, this doesn’t feel like reality, I don’t want it to ever end. Tell me my love, why do you love me again?”

The words he conjured were so easy to come out, nothing was holding him back, every question in his life he always had to think about, but this; this was the one question he could answer over and over again and never hesitate.

“I love you because you are my light in my nightmare, my perfect angel, who watches over me and protects me, you’re always there when no one else is, you always hold my finger back from the trigger when the barrel is pointed at myself, it might sound cheesy my love, but you complete me in every way, physical and emotional, I can always open my heart up to you, and never regret it, and lastly because ever since that first day I saw you walking into the music hall, I knew I had to make you mine. That my dearest Emelia, is I love you and, that is why I have to ask you something very important.”

He pulls out a ring

“Will you make me the happiest man on this Earth and become my wife?”

She cried so hard and said

“Of course I say yes”

They would go on to make love all day.

That following day they decided to go to the park as an engaged couple. However without his knowledge she took one of the roses he gave her and brought it with them to the park. They walked to the top of one of the hills there, the one that had the most beautiful view anyone could ask for. She pulled it out and showed it to him.

“What is this love?”

“It’s one of the roses you gave to me, I brought it with us because I thought as our new lives started today, and we could plant a new life right here and now”

“That sounds like a perfect idea”

She planted the yellow rose on the top of that hill, where it would have a long happy life, like she hoped they would have.

Suddenly he gets a phone call.

“Oh no, are you serious? Now for god’s sake why now?”

Concerned she asked:

“What is it my husband?”

“A war has broken out in Russia, the soviets are launching an attack against Britain, I’m being called into service”

Devastated she replied:

“No, no you can’t go, we’re supposed to get married, start a family, and grow old together, you can’t leave me right now!!!”

“I have to go, it’s either that or I get thrown in jail and will never see the light of day again.”

She didn’t say anything, but he knew she understood.

“I have to head to the airport right now, and catch a flight to some training grounds out on the west coast”

To which she replied

“You be careful you hear me, don’t get killed out there, you have to come home, I need you in my life, I can’t do this without you”

“I promise you I will make it home just in time for our wedding, just think baby, a year from now we’ll be happily married and have our own family. I have to go my love, please I’ll write you every day, I promise you!”

The words “I promise you” drifted away from her mind, she was so befuddled at what just happened. She got in her car and drove to her parents, where she would stay until he returned.

Months and months of training went by, he got back into shape and was army strong, and he was ready to ship out to the frontline. Days would go by of flying and driving before he met any action. One day while driving his jeep full of his squad down through a canyon, they were ambushed, bullets flying left and right, their wheels popped, they were stuck. He grabbed his rifle and headed to the only safe place, a boulder on the side of the road. Once there he called to his men to exit the jeep and head towards him.

“Men on my mark you get your asses out of there and take cover on my position, I’ll cover you get ready!!!!”

“THREE……….TWO…...........ONE………..MARK!”

All of his men scattered and converged on his position, everyone thankfully made it out of harm’s way.

“Johnson get on the line and tell HQ we need immediate evac now!”

“Yes sir!”

Ten minutes later airstrike after airstrike would hit causing massive damage to the ambushers. Finally they saw their ride out of there, once every Russian had been killed, the marched over to the hummers awaiting them.

Suddenly he heard a faint screaming, he searched all over and found that it was getting louder as he got closer to the end of the canyon, he crept up and peered around saw one of his mean standing there, he knew something was up.

“Smith why are you out here, we are leaving get to the hummers now!”

“I have a problem sir”

At the instance a gunned jumped from around the corner and fired four times, luckily thanks to his training and video gaming he was able to evade and take him down. After knocking out the Russian, he ordered Smith to return to the hummers, Smith booked it out of there, just in time to miss the shots that would take down his C.O.

Grabbing his gun, he took out the Russian waiting on the other side of the canyon exit just in time to see his squad leaving, and just in time to see the barrel of a gun pointed straight at his forehead, everything went black.

A lonely yellow rose sat at the top of that hill, a yellow rose that signified everything Emelia had for her husband, all the love, trust, happiness, and excited he brought her, all sat at the top of a hill, a hill that had the most beautiful view, the most beautiful view of Emelia and the man who saved his entire squad.

This my friends, was the greatest day of his life, nothing else could ever top this day, and with that I leave you with the cheesiest ending to any love story there is. However, for this story it was true, and will always be true, never give up on finding love, it always will find its way, the one for you is waiting for you to finally grow the courage, so if you’re reading this, don’t hesitate anymore, go out and ask that girl and or boy out, you just never know what that might lead into. Oh and that cheesy love story ending? They lived happily ever after with three beautiful children and grew old together and together they passed holding hands in the hospital at the ages of 100 and her 98. They could now spend eternity together, forever and ever.

The End