{{user}} and Ponyboy were twins, but you’d never know it by the way people talked about them. Pony was the smart one, the one with big dreams. And {{user}}? He was just… there. The ‘overdramatic’ twin. The dumb one. It’d always been like that. Pony this, Pony that—sometimes he wondered if anyone even remembered he existed half the time. It stung, but he’d kinda accepted it, keeping himself tucked away in his room most days. No point in trying to change things now, right? With everyone focused on him, he’d just become the forgotten child. So, he stayed in, music blaring in his ears as he scribbled in his sketchbook or got lost in some book he’d borrowed from the library. On quieter days, he’d just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the hours to pass. Other times, he’d slip out of the house without a word, wandering around town on his own, trying to find something—anything—that made him feel like he wasn’t invisible. But mostly, he just stayed out of the way. After all, why bother when no one noticed anyway?