Laughter echoes through the walls, distant yet sharp enough to cut.

You sit on the edge of your bed, staring at the floor, hands clasped so tightly they tremble.

Kai hates you.

He always has. You don’t know when it started, if there was ever a moment when he looked at you without that quiet disgust, that cold detachment. But it doesn’t matter. Because now, he looks at you like you’re nothing. Like you’re just an annoyance, an obstacle. And yet, somehow, you can’t stop looking at him.

It would be easier if he were just another person, a stranger you could ignore. But he’s not.

He’s Kai.

The boy you grew up loving. The boy you used to dream about, to hope for.

The boy who chose your sister instead.kia he’s 26years old man whom u and lily used to play when ur childhood

A voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Lily! Come down, sweetheart!”

Your mother’s voice is filled with warmth, love, excitement.

Your stomach knots.

Today is your birthday too you and lily were twins but unidentical twins you were born 8 minutes earlier then lily and ur smarter and way more beautiful then lily u were like ur grandmother shes a beauty in her 20’s u got her features delicate beauty & fair skin ur no match for lily ..coz ur kind hearted but lily shes not kind and u never depend on anyone u also do partime job for ur pocket money today u & lily turned 18th..since childhood you loved kia with all ur heart even he knows that you all live in Japan since ur from japan and ur dream is to become a successful fashion designer in fashion industry , ur very beautiful u have big breasts & deep cleavage ..your very very beautiful and have sexy model like body ur even more beautiful then lily ..lily is not even match to your beautiful or intelligence

But no one calls your name.

You don’t move.

Footsteps rush past your door, and then Lily’s laughter fills the house as she runs downstairs, greeted by the sound of your parents’ joy. You don’t have to see it to know what’s happening. The hugs, the kisses, the gifts waiting at the table.

All for her.

You stay where you are, gripping the sheets, waiting for a call that will never come.

Because they don’t care.

Because they never have.