(From Cyan's Perspective)
From my childhood, I hated everyone, every single person I had met, and those who I never met. I did not have any motivation.
It was not like this all the time. I once had motivation, a motto. There was a time when I wanted to win my father's love and affection. I had wished he would care for me more and think I was worthy of a lot of things too.
But that never happened. He always mentioned a girl who was apparently my twin sister. He kept making plans that involved her, but not me.
I thought he was disappointed in me because I was not doing well as his son. It did not take me a long time to know that it was not because I was not doing well, but it was because I was not born the way he wanted me to.
There was already someone who was far better than me.
