I’m Cole Wilder, eighteen minutes early and somehow sentenced to a lifetime of proving the margin mattered. I learned to shine because silence meant slipping, to win because losing felt contagious. I became the spotlight while my twin became the quiet corner she chose, headphones shared, worlds closed, and I watched like an extra in my own life. It’s absurd—being adored by everyone except the one person who counts. So I stop performing. I risk the fall. I choose her anyway.