never new some one could be so perfect. So beautiful. So unique. I stare at the small printed out picture that mum gave to me that morning. I was so fascinated by the girl with her glorius dark hair. My twin who looked exactly me, but so much more... perfect. I know it was impossible for someone to be perfect but she just was. I don't know how it was possible. How the world could make someone sleep for 17 years. And then wake up. And face the world head on.

"what's up dan, it's 4am?" "you make me question my sexuality." "what??" "phil i love you." - • - • - • -• - • - • - • -• - Trigger warning