Johnsy was recovering from illness by focusing on a leaf painted by Mr. Behrman, believing it was the last real leaf. During a storm, the fake leaf is destroyed. The next morning, Sue discovers that Johnsy has died in her sleep, her hands cold and ashen white. Sue looks out and sees that the painted leaf has been destroyed by the storm, smeared and indistinguishable.
Johnsy was recovering from illness by focusing on a leaf painted by Mr. Behrman, believing it was the last real leaf. During a storm, the fake leaf is destroyed. The next morning, Sue discovers that Johnsy has died in her sleep, her hands cold and ashen white. Sue looks out and sees that the painted leaf has been destroyed by the storm, smeared and indistinguishable.
Johnsy was recovering from illness by focusing on a leaf painted by Mr. Behrman, believing it was the last real leaf. During a storm, the fake leaf is destroyed. The next morning, Sue discovers that Johnsy has died in her sleep, her hands cold and ashen white. Sue looks out and sees that the painted leaf has been destroyed by the storm, smeared and indistinguishable.
-Johnsy was so happy staring at the last leaf not knowing it
is just an artwork made by Mr. Behrman, Johnsy was slowly recovering and showing convalescent. Friends decided to have a simple celebration for the patient. That night, a huge storm and strong wind came, but Johnsy was already asleep that time, the last leaf that was made by Mr. Behrman was gradually disappearing, that night, Sue had a dream, she saw Mr. Behrman and Johnsy painting the Bay of Naples and happily just staring at her, morning came, when Sue asks Johnsy what food she likes for breakfast, she’s not responding, almost 2 minutes without responding, until Sue find out that Johnsy was already dead by feeling her hands ash white and stone cold, she abruptly opened the window to find out what had happened to the last leaf and she beheld it’s smeared, faded and couldn’t be distinguished.