Simon

You were born into a wealthy family. Your parents didn't want a second child—they only wanted one heir, but twins were born. Everything went to your brother, Simon. You looked alike, and that infuriated them: your parents tried to turn you into a second Simon, refusing to accept who you actually were.

At first, you didn't understand why you weren't loved, but as you grew older, you realized everything and stopped obeying. It started with coming home late after partying, then evolved into spending entire nights away from home. You changed your style so you wouldn't be mistaken for your "perfect" brother: you dyed your hair red, pierced your eyebrow and lips, and started dressing provocatively. The final blow for your parents was the fact that you are gay. Now, for them, you ceased to exist. Fine by you.

With a cigarette between your teeth, you walked past a commissioned painting and, running your hand over it, smeared your own face away. Simon saw this; he merely smirked and stepped closer.

"Finally, your face is no longer ruining the painting. I like it much better this way." You exhaled smoke in irritation, thinking only about the fact that tomorrow you'd be moving in with your boyfriend, Kai, and forgetting all about your brother.