Purple Heart

Once, there was a green plant that sat alone on a mountain.

By day, it shimmered in the sun—its leaves reflecting the brightest, most vibrant green.
By night, under the soft glow of the moon, it pulsed like a living glow stick, casting its light across the rocks and soil.

Children often played near it, chasing butterflies and bees that danced around its gentle aura.

In time, people began to revere the plant. They came to pray—for health, for hope, for peace. It became a place of quiet wonder.

Among the visitors was a young couple who began to frequent the plant.
They spoke softly during the day, letting the sun shine through their laughter.
At night, they whispered beneath the moon, their silhouettes glowing green under the plant’s light.

It was as if the plant itself listened—watching, guiding, blessing them.

Over the years, the plant bore witness to their love:
Anniversaries, birthdays, small gifts and larger dreams.
Even on Valentine’s Day, they came—bringing flowers not for the plant, but beside it.

Then came a fateful day: the girl's birthday.

The man brought a cake, his heart pounding. He had planned something special.
As the sun reached its peak, he knelt on one knee, and from his coat he revealed a ring.

But before she could answer, a figure staggered from the shadows.

A drunkard.
His words slurred. His eyes wild.
He shouted—then smashed a bottle to the ground.
And before anyone could stop him, he turned violent.

The man tried to protect her, but the chaos was too quick, too sharp.

The mountain echoed with screams.
Blood splattered across the stones.
Their lives, their love—butchered, broken.

The plant stood still as their blood soaked into the soil, painting its roots in grief.

But it did not die.

Instead, it absorbed their pain, their story. And in time, it no longer glowed green.

Now, it glows purple—deep and sorrowful.

Not a warning. Not a curse.

But a symbol.
Of love denied at its peak.
Of a promise made, but never fulfilled.
Of beauty remembered... in mourning.

They call it the Purple Heart.