Fiction: The sacrificed Rose

Rose was a beautiful girl: a black hair, straight and intense, that reached her waist; a delicate face and pleasing to the eye; a desirable body, even for the most puritanical; and a beautiful mole next to her mouth, which highlighted her beauty and sensuality.

Many desired the beautiful Rose. Everyone wanted to be her gardeners, and thus prune the sculptural woman with caresses. In spite of the infinity of suitors, she did not show interest in any of them. The only thing she wanted was to finish her law degree and work to help her parents, who had supported her so much.

But not everything is as planned; the infamous destiny played with the puppets' strings, taking them wherever it wanted. During those first days of spring, Rose met a gallant man like she had never met before: a deep gaze, coming from those blue eyes; a manly torso, with large muscles; a beautifully adorned face, chiseled with strong but harmoniously symmetrical features; and a voice so deep that it caressed the soul. This made Rose fall in love with this fairytale prince.

There were many outings; the love lavished between the couple was legitimate and sincere. The relationship was consolidated after a while, it seemed that the couple would live happily ever after. Years went by and the relationship took a very important turn: marriage. There was no need to wait any longer, the two lovers loved each other more than anything else.

The decision was made and nothing would stop the couple from fulfilling their longed-for dream Rose and Jorge set a date for the marriage, everything was arranged for the big day. The couple anxiously awaited the chaplain of that church; of gothic style, imposing; with the smell of sanctified incense; stained glass windows of beautiful colors, which reflected the light from outside in a sacred rainbow; the music flooding the place with joyful notes, accompanying the occasion and the cedar chairs, as old as the place itself, but rejuvenated with each polish of paint.

The wedding vows were made and with a kiss the marital union was sealed. After that great day, married life began; as expected, problems and quarrels were part of their daily life. In spite of all the inconveniences the couple was still united and with a lot of love to give.

After about six months of marriage, Rose became pregnant. The couple was joyful and happy for the good news; the whole family went to visit the future parents. The congratulations became cyclical and with the same endless words. The follow-up medical controls of the future babies became stricter and stricter.

Rose's condition showed that her pregnancy was twin and for this reason she had to be treated with more care. Jorge dreamed of his precious angels in a park, running as fast as they could, enjoying the privilege of life.

After several months of observation and controls, the doctors observed a strange condition that apparently complicated the pregnancy. The couple was informed of the fact and the possible consequences. Rose was determined to continue with the pregnancy, no matter what, and in spite of the medical suggestions.

Their two babies would be born regardless. She was confident in her heart that the preeclampsia would not be complicated, but Jorge did not want his beloved wife to take such a risk. "More babies will come, but I won't get you back", her husband would tell her anxiously. She laughed and answered: "No, silly, it won't happen, you'll see". He kissed her and they went to sleep until the new tomorrow.

Everything is uncertain until the moment of delivery; the uncertainty corroded Jorge's mind. Rose was calm with an attitude of positivism and hope for the future. The days and months passed fleetingly; the moment of delivery arrived and everything became very tense and terribly anxious. The hospital was waiting to write a new story, one of thousands that took place within its white walls.

Rose entered the operating room and raised her hand in a gesture of farewell to Jorge, while he watched with impotence and anguish; his great love was lost between those doors, which danced in a swaying farewell. The hours passed and Jorge felt that something was wrong; already inside the operating room the doctors were fighting to save Rose who had gone into eclampsia.

The doctors had to make a quick decision: save the twins or the mother. One of the professionals came out of the operating room running to Jorge and explained the situation. The anguished husband did not know what to do; time went by and Rose got even worse.

Jorge, petrified, did not know what to do. The doctor made the decision to save the mother, at the precise moment he was about to act, Rose regained consciousness, and begged the doctor not to do it; she would do everything possible to have them. After a great effort and like a miracle, the twins were born, and Rose looked at them smiling happily while she slowly fainted and went into a coma.

The doctors did everything in their power not to lose Rose, but it was impossible. The news was communicated to Jorge who on his knees began to cry inconsolably. Rosa, his great love, had gone into a deep sleep...

Months passed and Jorge with his twins went to visit his beloved Rose. She, in spite of being in coma, always looked radiant and beautiful with that smile: the last one when she was conscious. The little twins caressed their mother and Jorge looked at her between disconsolate sobs. After praying for his beautiful Rose, he took his babies and with a kiss on the forehead he said goodbye to his love.

When she turned around, Jorge's coat was caught with force; he, frightened, turned his eyes. He saw Rose, who smiled at him and then told him: “Hello, silly, did you miss me?”.

The end