It was autumn, the season when leaves start to fall. Among the multitude, there was one leaf, smaller than the rest, clinging onto its branch with all its might.

Next to this leaf was its friend, a little yellow in color, both of them the last two leaves on the tree. They were struggling, encouraging each other to hold on.

One night, the friend leaf said, 'I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer. Very few leaves manage to survive the winter unless a miracle happens.'

To this, the little leaf replied, 'No, I refuse to give up. If we hold on, we'll make it.' After the conversation, it gazed at the starry sky and silently mourned its friend's imminent departure.

As days passed, the cold became unbearable. People were layering up, but the little leaf was still holding on. It was the only leaf left on the tree.

One day, a child asked his father why the leaf didn't fall. The father replied, 'Because it's strong.' Hearing this, the leaf felt a surge of comfort and strength.

Despite the harsh conditions, the leaf continued to cling to its branch. Many people passed by without noticing the resilient leaf, too engrossed in their own lives.

It was too small, too insignificant. Even if it fell, even if it turned into dust, who would truly care? But to the leaf, it was its whole world.

The leaf's determination didn't waver. Day after day, it held on, a testament to its resilience and will to survive.

The winter grew harsher, but the leaf remained, a speck of green in the barren tree. It was the last leaf, the one that refused to fall.

Its perseverance was unwavering, its spirit unbroken. The little leaf had proven that size didn't matter, that even the smallest could be the strongest.

And thus, the leaf continued to hold on, braving the winter, waiting for the spring. It was the last leaf, the leaf that chose to stay when all others had fallen.