Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

Sisters. Different flowers from the same garden.
Jasmine Flores.
Those were the words engraved on Sofia’s box. I figured Jasmine Flores
was the poet or writer behind that quote.
It made me smile, because the saying was cute and totally representative
of Sofia and Valentina. They were so different yet together they created the
most beautiful sight, just like flowers in a garden.
As I held the box in my hands and walked back to my room— our room
now, I couldn’t help but wonder what was in there. I would never betray
Sofia’s trust and open it, but I hoped one day she would trust me enough to
show me what was in there.
I put it on her nightstand proudly before splaying the colorful blanket on
the bed. It sure contrasted a lot, given that my beddings— and the rest of my
furniture were mostly black, but I loved the touch of color it gave the room. It
represented Sofia and the impact she had on my dark, boring life, pretty well.
Everything was perfect, all I had left to do was get ready, get Sofia and
meet Adam in front of Valentina’s school when it let out.
This was gonna be fun.
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SOFIA
“Sofia, I’m going on break!” Mary, my pain in the ass co-worker yelled
right before I heard the back door slam behind her.