"Why do I still feel like I'm living in your shadow?" She looked at me, "how? I'm not even there anymore." Unsure of what to say, I just shrugged. I looked back at our pictures together. There were lots of them, I noticed, in the first few weeks of us meeting each other. There were lots of them before everything went awry. Before the two of us drifted apart from each other. There is nothing special about the pictures. It was just us, with some other people, smiling at the camera. But despite our slight resemblance to one another; soft features, dimpled smiles, and calm gaze, there was always something more to hers. Her smile, brighter. Her gaze, steadier. Her gesture, friendlier. Or at least that's what I have convinced myself to believe.