Violet
If this were a movie, or a manhwa, I always thought I'd be that person in the background.
You know the one, the blurry silhouette in the hallway, the unnamed character with a face so generic even the artist forgot to draw in the eyes, a quiet figure in a group of extras.
The one readers scroll past without noticing. The one the writer only gives one line to, if they were lucky.
That was me. Or at least, that's who I thought I was.
Sure, I had all the tragic ingredients for a main character. Poor girl? Check. Dead parents? Check. Evil aunt? Double check. Cruel cousins that live to make my life miserable? Triple check. A crazy woman trying to steal my boyfriend? Bonus points. But instead of becoming the heroine, I was just there, breathing in someone else's story.
I was a back
