Lovely

Anna and Lena were inseparable, as any twins should be. One always followed the other, because together they were perfect. Together they were dynamite. Together they were unstoppable. Together, they were lovely. Anna was the perfect one. The prettier one, the more talented one, the fun one, the one with the brains, the one with grace and poise. But Anna couldn't keep it up, she crumbled under the pressure, committing suicide in the dark of night. Lena isn't the pretty one. Lena isn't the smart one. Lena isn't the fun one. Lena isn't graceful. Lena isn't a twin, not anymore. No. Lena is just Lena. And how could that be lovely?