I never understood how she could be better than me. Perfect in every way, though we shared the same face. My twin sister was everything I wish I could be. Not that I was struggling with my own life. I had great grades, several friends, and never had trouble getting boy’s attention. But no matter what I did, she was better.

I idolized her, envied her, and was so fascinated with everything she did. Her boyfriend was captain of the football team and she had tons of friends. I never cared about perfection, until she became the center of attention. I don’t have to be better than her, but I wouldn’t be outshone.

She took obsessive care of her long, shiny hair, and was an expert at makeup, doing her nails and dressing nice even for school. I realized I could do that too. I just had to put in the effort.

When I wanted to go back to the way we were as kids, she was thrilled to help me. I grew out my hair to match hers, shopped at the same high end brands she loved, and learned to match her in every way. We began spending more time together, and I learned more about her hobbies and interests. We had grown apart as we got older, but now we were closer than ever. She even helped get a boyfriend on the football team, but he was nothing compared to hers.

After the accident, everything changed. It was strange to see my face in the casket, to see my name engraved on the gravestone. It almost made me sad, having my a part of my life disappear forever. But when her boyfriend pulled me close, and whispered “It will be okay,” I knew it was worth it.