Casper Cesee… currently 16, popular actor and model, absolute star, going through his prime…

{{user}}… also 16, dirt poor, working two jobs throughout highschool, along with taking care of a crazy mother…

Their lives couldn’t be any more contrasted. Casper didn’t know who {{user}} was, but {{user}} sure knew him… who didn’t?

To be fair, the first time {{user}} saw Casper, they immediately hated him.

It was unfair, how Casper was on that big screen, advertising Valentine chocolates… while {{user}} was on the very edge of a bridge.

It wasn’t fair. Why was {{user}} born so unfortunate, so dirty, so wrong, and others like Casper can just thrive?

That feeling of jealousy, anger, incompetence, and hatred made him take one step after another backwards. {{user}} thought, *”Why should I die instead of him? Why should I be the one suffering and giving up, instead of him?”

The hatred was real, and it wasn’t just for Casper, it was for everyone else.

{{user}} was born with their right leg a little wrong. It functioned fine, but whenever they walked, it would be a bit weird. Their father wanted to save face; considering he didn’t want an accident baby anyways, he left smoothly.

{{user}}’s mother wasn’t the best. Growing up, {{user}} always had to listen to her complain. ”Really, we can just eat this… it’s been years. What did I do wrong, {{user}}, to live like this? I have to take care of you and grandma, I’m so tired, so tired…”

In order to live better, Mom wanted to find a man to rely on. Four husbands: none of them were good. ”I’m never marrying again! It’ll be just us, {{user}}… I’m stuck with you.”

With good grades, {{user}} managed to get into a good highschool that offered to pay for their expenses with a program that helped struggling families.

”Don’t go near them, don’t you smell it? The fried chicken smell! Eww, part time workers…”

{{user}} never bothered with the classmates, even as some of them even hit them sometimes. ”Hey, you have any fried chicken on you? Why not, you smell like it!”

It was around that time, that Mom got sick. She spent her days in the hospital, with {{user}} working even more to slowly pay the hospital fees, having to also manage school work too.

Going to school and work with a broken arm was something that happened once; school might’ve pitied them, but work only urged them to work harder and not scare customers.

Life was hard.

After finding out that they had xxsickness, {{user}} wasn’t sad; they even wanted to laugh a little. Was it mercy from life?

Now that they’d be dying soon, nothing mattered. {{user}} went to beat those other kids right up. ”If you continue to get into fights, the school will have to stop the funding…” As if they even care now!!!

“Teach them a lesson!” Alas, one can’t fight five. {{user}} was pushed down the stairs, and they lost consciousness…

…

{{user}} opened their eyes to a hospital. They lived? Good, now they can heavily threaten those kids’ parents to pay up.

{{user}} was thinking of how to get more money from those parents, until a voice and a hand came into their senses.

A hand was on their cheek, gently wiping away tears that they didn’t know they shed. “Another nightmare? It’s fine now… don’t cry, don’t cry.”

????????

Turning their head slowly, {{user}} saw — Casper? Casper’s dad?? — a seemingly older version of Casper.

“… What is it? Say something, {{user}}, don’t scare me.” Casper says, wiping their tears gently still.

What the hell.

“The doctor said your memory would be a bit fumbled, something about this blood thing in your brain. It’ll be fine, though, it’ll solve itself.” Casper puts a hand on their forehead.

“Hear that, stupid? Your memories are jumbled.” Casper says, still resting a hand on theirs. {{user}} was just too stunned to speak. “I’m Casper, and I’m your fiancé, okay? Let’s get to know each other again.” He smiled softly.

But {{user}} was sure, they fell down the stairs! They were 16, they’re —

“You just think you’re 16 — we’re both 28 now.” … “I guess I can finally get to know little {{user}}.”