Once, there were two sisters—twins, in fact—that were almost identical. They both had curly brunette hair, glowing hazel eyes, stubborn pink mouths, and thick black eyelashes.
When they were young, the sitters were one. They were exactly alike, wearing the same clothes and playing the same games. But, as time aged, the sisters did as well, and they drifted farther apart.
Eden, the first sister, was the delight of her parents. Once the girls began school, Eden blossomed into a studious and intelligent girl. She was always the goal of her sister, for Eden was more enjoyable, smarter, and prettier than Molly. Her brunette tresses were a little bit more shiny. Her hazel eyes were a little bit more vibrant. Her pink lips were a little bit more full. Eden was more likable than Molly, who had a bitter tongue.
Molly, obviously noting that she was the lesser twin, was constantly pushing herself to be more than her sister’s backdrop.
When the sisters reached the age of a young lady, they began the next level of their education.They were immediately exposed to music. Both sisters, now as different as black and white, were distressed when they found they both chose to play the marimba. It’s gleaming and polished rosewood bars called to them both. At first, Eden was interested in excelling, but soon grew tired of the instrument. Molly, on the other hand, was in heaven, allotting more and more time each day to practice the instrument. Finally set apart from her sister, she made friends who believed that she was talented.
When it came to the opposite gender, Eden naturally attracted the most boys, but she rejected them all. Claiming to that she needed to focus on her studies—she wanted to be a biologist—she pushed past them. The truth was that she had fallen deeply in love with a boy, who possessed the most beautiful smile in the world. He, as it always works, was not in love with her, having eyes only for Molly.
For once in Molly’s life she had something her sister yearned for, but she did not realize this. Molly and the boy were friends, and while she loved his smile, she did not see past her marimba to his loving eyes. That is, until one day, as she was playing, she suddenly stopped to meet his gaze. She gained, in that moment, all the knowledge she needed regarding him.
Molly and the boy would write music together, until Eden discovered that they were involved. Her poise melted, and her grace disappeared. Rage turned her porcelain skin red. Eyes clouded, hair mussed, and mouth pert, her consciousness flew away on the wings of a moth. 
When Molly came home that night, Eden was gone. Searching throughout the house, she spied movement outside through a window. A silhouette moved in the cypress grove behind the house.
Molly walked to the trees and Eden danced out of the shadows.
“Dearest sister, the other half of our coin, let’s walk back to the house. I am starting to get cole.” Molly said.
When the two girls reached the house, Molly saw a flash and felt white heat course through her. Haziness seeped in, and she collapsed.
The boy, stepping from behind the grandest and oldest cypress. With a shocked and hurt look upon his beautiful face, he dropped a rose, the thorns trimmed off, and fled.
Eden looked down at the dagger and rose. All that she heard was the rustling of leaves on the black sky. She had everything, but this left her with nothing.