In which petals hold lies, acts, secrets and deaths. _ "One petal per pound, remember? You can do it." "I can't," she whispered. _ Harper and Peyton Norelle were inseparable, the ideal pair of sisters. One was the bright shining star, and the other, the shadow. Polar opposites, but yet they clicked so well. The perfect pair. At least, that's what everyone chose to believe. But strip off the mask and see through the facade, you would find two rather imperfect girls, each struggling to live up to their version of perfection, pulling the other down with her, drowning themselves in knives, scars, rigged scales and blood. After all, perfection, had to be earned. One petal at a time. But secrets will definitely be uncovered. Lies will soon have to be confessed. Acts will have to come to an end. And flowers, will eventually run out of petals. _

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