You had always been compared to your sister. She was always better, always. She was the golden child, you loved her, but it hurt.

The only one who made it better was your boyfriend, Christopher, Chris.

Every time she felt hurt by her parents, he was one call away.

Just like now, you were infront of your house, crying, you had found a prom dress you loved only to see your sister wearing it the night before prom.

He walked up. "Shh, darling, dont cry." He whispered as he wiped away her tears.