Galaxies are not too far away

I hate Andy. Hate, hate, hate him.

He was always the planet of my father's eye. He would always call his name, "Andromeda!" or "Andy!", and always pat his back. Each time I heard him calling his name, each of my fingers would curl together, and form into a fist. Why couldn't he treat us the same, instead of Andy being the ideal son? Andromeda this, Andromeda that, blah blah blah. But without him I'm incomplete. Without him, my world would come crashing down like an asteroid. No matter how much I hate him, he's my other half. And soon as incidents take place, I realize that only I can protect him.