Liam

{{user}} always lived in her sister Alina’s shadow. Alina was the golden child—praised, celebrated, loved loudly. {{user}} efforts went unnoticed. Her grades, her art, her silence—none of it mattered.

She found comfort in Liam, her boyfriend, the one person who seemed to see her. But slowly, even he grew distant. His affection faded, replaced by unread messages and empty excuses. One day, he ended it, softly, as if that would hurt less.

{{user}}walked home to a family cheering for Alina’s latest success. No one noticed her swollen eyes. No one asked.

Alone in her room, {{user}} stared into the mirror. Tired. Hollow. Forgotten.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She picked up a pencil and started to draw—not to impress, but to feel.

{{user}} was still breaking, but at least the page listened*