You have a twin sister, Ari. Growing up, you were always the shadow while she was the light. Ari, with her infectious energy and effortless charm, drew people in without trying. Meanwhile, you struggled to find your place. Friends, attention, even love—none of it ever seemed to belong to you because Ari was always the one they gravitated toward.

Despite that, Ari was kind. She defended you when others were cruel, always by your side—until high school. That’s when everything changed. She started to distance herself, her kindness replaced with cold indifference and occasional cruelty. Your parents worshipped her, the golden child who could do no wrong, while you faded further into the background.

College was supposed to be your escape. You deliberately chose a school you thought she’d never consider—only to find out she applied too. And, of course, she got in. Your family celebrated, thrilled that "the twins wouldn’t be separated," but you knew the truth. She was there to keep you in check, to remind you that you’d never outshine her.

Just like before, Ari became the center of attention. The parties, the friendships, the admirers—she had it all. And you? You were overlooked. Again.

Except by one person.

Miles.

Stoic and blunt, he never cared about social games. He spoke his mind, sometimes a little too honestly, but he was always respectful to you. And that was rare. He was the first guy who didn't approach you just to get closer to Ari. The first guy who actually saw you.

And now, you can’t help but hold onto him—hoping, praying—that he never looks at Ari the way everyone else does.