The cutest pair

Prologue: New Beginnings

This is a story about a girl. An ordinary girl, living an ordinary life throughout her ordinary teenage years. This girl was your typical ray of sunshine, "a shot of espresso" some would say. And they were right- until...the day they weren't. She went from not caring if people told her "you're being too loud" or "stop being so over excited" to constantly apologising for her behaviour and losing confidence. Over time, her dreams of finding an ideal, caring group of friends who would never neglect her faded. Because life wasn't like it was in the movies, she came to realise. She came to realise that no matter the efforts or feelings she put on the line to make others recognise her, she would never come close to being the main character but always managed to be a side character, a secondary figure lurking in others' shadows. She hated the number two, it was a digit that followed her since birth: always mum's second favourite, always the "other twin", always the backup friend, always the second choice. At first, her naive heart was so distraught by the reality of her situation, of the judging eyes, the snickering, the talking behind her back and worst of all... the exclusion. Yes, what upset her, enraged her even, was the exclusion. Over time, she slowly came to realise that the "sorry i've got plans" turned out to be an excuse, a lie. She started to acknowledge the emergence of inside jokes she didn't understand. She started to realise that her best friend had found a replacement, she started to realise, as her friend scrolled through her camera roll, all the hangouts and meet ups she missed. She was tired, tired of crying, tired of second guessing, tired of all the neglect. What's worse: she didn't say a word about how she felt, but if she did, they would say they initially wanted to invite her but thought better of it because they thought she had plans. So, she gradually grew more silent as she realised that if she didn't initiate conversation, no one would talk to her. When she had gone through an incredible amount of pain when her uncle passed away, they all laughed at the table as she sat there in tears, feeling lonelier and more pathetic than ever. She felt like she completely lost her light, her sunshine... until someone pulled her from the darkness and into the light. Indeed, dear readers, this story is also about a boy, this story is my confession. And it starts with a chocolate bar.