Jasmine was walking in a beautiful field of flowers. It was like a rainbow on the ground. Everything was beautiful. She came upon a very beautiful rose. She picked it and thought about wearing it in her hair. Instead she thought about giving it to someone special.
You are probably thinking she was going to give it to Aladdin, but there was someone else she was thinking of giving the rose to.
She made her way up to a small cabin located a distance away from her home. She knocked on the door and lo and behold, a man appeared in the doorway. It was Jafar.
"Jafar, I picked you a flower," Jasmine smiled handing him the rose.
"Oh, Jasmine, it's…" Jafar took a brief pause. Jafar didn't really like flowers all that much. They made him feel very uncomfortable for he almost felt no happiness. His life was very miserable being evil. He almost had no friends at all. But now, the girl he had loved for a long time underneath all the evil was being a friend and giving him his first flower. "It's beautiful!" he then said.
"Jafar, I need to tell you something," Jasmine looked down. "I know I'm supposed to be with Aladdin, but you're the one!"
Jafar stared blankly. What was she talking about? He could never be the one to do anything except kill an innocent being for no reason.
"You're the one I want!" Jasmine said. And then she pulled Jafar in for a very passionate kiss.
As the kiss ended, Jafar said "Jasmine, I love you too! I know I'm supposed to be evil, but I have always loved you underneath all the evil. Even when I was evil, you were always a friend. I knew you weren't trying to show it, but I knew we were meant to be. I'm not just saying this because you're pretty or rich or sexy or anything like that. You're the first friend I have ever had. I don't care about that parrot, he's no good! I care about you and want you to be the one." Jafar got down on his knees. "Princess Jasmine, will you marry me?"
"Oh, Jafar! Yes! Yes I will marry you!" Jasmine exclaimed with happiness.
They got married within a week and had a wonderful married life. Jafar had kept the rose close to him for many years.
Until one day. It was almost 20 years after Jasmine had given him the rose. Now it was getting old and starting to lose its petals. It was down to its last petal when Jafar was lying on the bed sick.
"Jasmine," he called her in. "Flowers get old and so do we. I am down to my last few seconds with you and I want you to know I have always loved you. Please stay beautiful and do what you can to never forget me." He began to cry and a few seconds later, Jasmine cried with him. They had one final kiss before the petal began to fall off the stem.
It fell.
As it hit the bottom of the vase, Jafar's body fell to the bed, his head turned to its side, his eyes shut, his arms let go of Jasmine, his lips, still kissing her, weakened. He was gone.
Jasmine stayed at the bedside and cried some more. Until she remembered something. She remembered reading Shakespeare. She stole a sword from one of the palace guards and took it back to Jafar's bedside. She slowly stuck it in her chest and gradually let it slide through her heart. She had now died with Jafar, for she felt there was no reason to live if she could not be with him.
They lived a happy life in heaven. They spent their days in an enormous rose garden together. Their life in heaven is very hard to explain, but it was very happy for both Jasmine and Jafar.