A flower, that's what she was. Delicate, light to touch, fragile. Shined in the summer but hid away during the winter. Precious petals that danced in the wind, flowing as if nothing mattered, as if nothing troubled her. She would sing and dance and laugh as if there was no tomorrow, living every day just as sweet as the last.

But with a flash, the flower was gone. Her blonde hair that used to tangle in intertwined hands was ripped from existence, along with the rest of the perfect girl. The light was fading, it was fading fast. Her laugh echoed, before cutting off abruptly.

She opened her eyes.

The hiding bud sat up, her chest rising quickly as she tried to get her breathing in order. She put her hand over her right eye, raising the hair that covered it slightly. She looked around the room, not being able to tell whether it was day or night.

The door swung open, revealing the golden flower. Her hair wasn't even brushed yet and her body only wore some pants and a tank top. Her eyes stared wide at the bud, worried that she was harmed in some made up process that caused the scream.

The scream? She didn't realize she had screamed.

The flower opened her mouth to try and talk to the bud, but both almost instantly broke into tears. The flower ran over, jumping on the bed and hugging the bug tightly, sobbing out loud as the bud hugged back, letting tears roll down her scarred face.

"I'm okay."

"I want the truth!"

"It was just a dream.

"They always haunt you don't they?

"I didn't mean to."

"I know it hurts but you have to let it out!"

The two spoke as if in different conversations, the bud speaking what she wanted the flower to believe, the flower speaking what she knew the bud was refusing to admit.

Soon, the bud's tears got worse. They came out faster and hotter, causing her face to burn as they rolled.

"Fantic, I'm sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize, Mal, I'm always here for you..."

The two stayed there for awhile, crying in each other's arms. The bud and the flower, twins that were forgotten too quickly. Still beautiful in the rain as in the sun.

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Greetings! I'm DontBeExcited, also known as The Bloody Painter(not official) or Markus! All of these stories have been previously written and edited accordingly with the help of my friends, so I hope you enjoy!
Right now, if you were curious, I'm just introducing characters. But I hope it's still a good introduction!
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