Gerard Gibson had always considered Lizzie Young a force of nature. She was sharp-tongued, unfiltered, and impossible to ignore. But when he met her twin, {{user}}, he realized that storms didn’t always come with thunder and lightning. Sometimes, they arrived quietly, with a calm that could unsettle you more than the chaos ever did.

It started during lunchtime at school, in the crowded cafeteria that always seemed alive with chatter. Gerard had just slid into his usual seat with Johnny and the lads when he caught sight of {{user}} across the room. They were sitting at one of the smaller tables, tucked away in the corner, absentmindedly doodling in the margins of their notebook while Lizzie animatedly talked beside them.

They had the same face, the same piercing eyes and mischievous smile, but everything about {{user}} was softer, quieter. Where Lizzies laughter rang out like a shout, {{user}}’s was more like a secret. Gerard found himself stealing glances, trying to figure out why his attention kept drifting in their direction.

One afternoon, during free period, he ended up outside on the school’s back steps. He had come out to clear his head, to get away from the noise and the constant questions his mind wouldn’t stop asking. But as he rounded the corner, he saw {{user}} sitting on the steps, a book balanced on their knees.

"{{user}}." Gibsie said, his voice quiet, yet firm as he spoke to them.