The Flower Girls

The Flower Girls

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There were three of them: Delilah, Lily, and Rose. They were called the "Flower Girls." Delilah, strong, confident, white, hazel eyes and straight, strawberry blonde hair. Lily, Delilah's right hand, rebellious spirit, Puerto Rican, brown eyes, and wavy brown hair. Lastly, Rose, vulnerable, the weak link, mixed, blue eyes, and curly, thick, black hair. It always seemed like Delilah and Lily protected Rose until it was too late. In the 1970s, they defied all the rules set by the town. It wasn't accepted to intermingle with other races. They disregarded society frames, and they were admired for it and hated for it. They seemed like the perfect trio until Rose ended up dead and the two primary suspects are Delilah and Lily.
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Choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved... including her. I had everything a guy could ask for, a loving family, the perfect small-town life, and a promising future I had worked hard for. It should have been enough. She was off-limits, my parent's best friend's daughter, practically my sister. I fought my feelings, pretending our soul-deep connection didn't exist. When she confessed she felt the same, I pushed her away, believing our friendship mattered more than temporary infatuation. That she agreed should have come as a relief, but it left me with this void I didn't know how to fill. It's what drove me to the bonfire that night. Right there, with our friends as witnesses, I claimed her. Told her I loved her and made her promises I shouldn't have made. Hours later, it all came crashing down in a whirlwind of fire and ashes. That one split-second choice to go after a girl that wasn't meant for me cost me everything I loved. I never should have crossed that line or given in. It's why she'll forever be my greatest love and deepest regret. This tragic story is the beginning of our end...

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