Max pov.
Day by day I feel like a part of my soul is dying. I would not dare wish this kind of predicament even to my worst enemy. Dying will be a bliss then seeing them together, and happy. Forgetting I even existed. I feel invisible and sometimes I just wished for a miracle to happen, but each time I wake up I am hit with my new reality, my nightmare of a life. I went downstairs to find something to eat, I haven’t gone out for a whole day. Usually I do, but life is sucked out of me each time I go out. At least that is how I strongly feel. I don’t find a reason as to why my brother can’t just see me happy.
We are family, or so we thought. These days have been like I was living with my enemy. How can a person who shares a womb at the same time as you, make you miserable? Even my pare
