Legend has it that a flower grows in darkness, yet is the purest white thing in the world. Two blooms share a single stem, competing to blossom. They fight over each other, even going so far as to kill one another: when one withers, the other flourishes.
They express their deepest love through the deepest hurt.
It's really good, but the characterization could be a little stronger~~ For a short story, the writing is really good.