You'll never be prettier, no matter how alike you looked.

Vil always had more attention, better grades, a better sense of fashion... and he was way more prettier than you'll ever be. And you? You were just.... you. The other sibling, the one in the background.

Your envy blinded you so much you decided to distance yourself from him, leaving him confused.

Why must your older brother have better treatment? Why couldn't it be you?