Fairytales teach us to believe in happily ever after. That one way or another there will be a happy ending. Maybe only an ending. What about the disenchanting details these glamorized tales gloss over?

Petal Plucking is an emotionally chaotic collection of stories following Alexis's experience surrounding one simultaneous protagonist and antagonist: Love.

Is life an endless cycle of new emotional journeys or do we look back to the "safer" alternative of familiarity?