I stir the spoon around in my bowl, no longer hungry for the soggy cereal that remains. My mind wanders back to the weekend just passed, the most looked-forward to weekend of the entire year; my twin sisters' dance recital.

My sister has been dancing for what feels like forever, but I've only been going to watch her since I was fourteen. My parents think that I am being a loving, supportive brother. In actuality, I go to obsess over Clara.

Clara is the most wonderful girl in the world. She is talented, beautiful and simply vibrant; although I may be a tad biased. She is also my soulmate.

When you see your soulmate for the first time, it's an overwhelming, total body sensation of completion. Your skin prickles, your heart races and time all but stops. Your entire body is warm from head to toe, basking in the knowledge that you'll never have to be alone again, your soul finally complete. Our lives were interwoven completely that day.

It's fair to say I freaked.

To this day I still have no idea if she felt what I felt from the stands of the audience that night. If she did feel it, she didn't show it. I want to know her, her character, her quirks, everything. But I can't.

She is dazzling, radiant, she is the sun.

I am the moon. Her complete opposite in every way. What would a girl like that want with someone like me. But I can't stay away from her either, so I allow myself that one evening, that one show every year to give me a glimpse of everything I could have. Perhaps in another life.

"Kit? We're going to be late, come on." My sister, Saskia says impatiently, shouldering her dance bag. I nod, brought abruptly out of my reverie. I stash my bowl in the sink and jog upstairs to brush my teeth.

I stand in front of the mirror, actively avoiding the reflection that lays there. I know what it would show. Eyes that are too dark, shark eyes that seem to be missing a soul with big dark bag beneath them that seem to be a result of never feeling truly relaxed. Skin that is too pale in comparison and hair falls over my forehead in unruly black tufts that won't sit flat no matter how much I try. And finally a nose that is slightly crooked and a jaw that is just a bit too sharp.

I exhale deeply as I spit and rinse my mouth. I stuff my feet into my scuffed trainers and grab my rucksack. I meet Saskia outside, surprised to see that she's holding both of our bikes.

"Thanks, Kia." I say quietly, taking the bike from her gingerly. Saskia is so small that I sometimes think I might break her, although she is far stronger than I give her credit for. I grimace as I think about all the times she's 'accidentally' kicked me in the shin.

"No problem, thanks for coming to my show on Saturday. You know, you don't have to keep coming?" She says brightly, mounting her bike.

"I like to watch you dance." I murmur, slinging my bag onto my back and sliding onto the bike. My eyes remain firmly on my handlebars, feeling vaguely embarrassed about the confession.

Kia rolls her eyes but smiles widely nonetheless. She leans sideways, throwing an arm over me haphazardly in an awkward embrace. I return it easily, ruffling her black hair. She waves me away, smoothing her hair in mock irritation. My sister is the only person in the world who I don't find it difficult to converse with. It's never been difficult to talk to Kia, she's a part of me.

We cycle to college, parting ways at the gates with a small wave. She glides towards her group of friends, coming to a graceful stop next to them with a huge smile adorning her face.

I cycle in the opposite direction, towards the bike sheds at the back of the school. I lock my bike and meander towards my own friends. Well, friend.

My only real friend at college, except my sister, is Michael. We met when we were just kids and we've stayed friends ever since. Michael is well liked and girls fawn over him, he's captain of the cricket and rugby team and he's actually pretty damn smart to boot.

"Hey man, how are you?" He asks, looking up from his phone. I shrug and he grins.

"As good as I can be on a Monday morning." I grumble and he laughs. Michael's a morning person. I am not.

"How was your weekend?" He asks, walking with me towards the gloomy looking building.

"Oh, it was okay. Kia had a dance recital so I had to go." I explain, bending the truth just slightly. Michael looks up from his phone in interest.

"Why didn't you tell me? I'd kill to see your sister in a leotard." He says with a wink.

My frown deepens significantly.

"Don't make me hit you." I mutter and Mike laughs, raising his hands in surrender. A number of his friends wave to him but don't approach. Michael and I are friends, but I don't mix a lot with his friends and he doesn't ask me to either. I go to ask about his weekend but I'm interrupted by the bell.

I'm in different classes to Michael, choosing slightly more academic subjects whilst Michael leans more into sports. I don't mind having classes alone, in fact I find it easier to concentrate without the distraction.

School is something that I'm good at, which famously doesn't make you the most popular. I don't get teased, because I'm friends with Michael I suppose, in fact people don't tend to talk to me at all. I'm tall and awkward and smart, but it suits me pretty well as I sure as hell don't want to talk to anyone either.

I pop a headphone into my ear, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I don't like crowded places and college is always bustling with chatty teenagers. I suck in another breath, trying to  fall back into real life, letting the music calm me. It'll all be over soon.

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a/n First chapter and your first proper glimpse at Kit- what do you think? So angsty right?

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Francesca