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PROLOGUE

OLIVER

Six Months Ago

I came from a family built of extroverts Me? Not so much It didn’t bother me any I was one of those lucky bastards who kneho he was at a very young age, and my family loved me for exactly who I’d always been I thrived in my introverted ways If I had a book, a jauy

My brother, Alex, was the complete opposite of s If there was a party, Alex was there on center stage When it ca a twin, self-discovery almost seemed impossible because everyone compared you with your literal other half Yet I never really struggled with that when Alex was involved Even though ere best friends, ere extremely different in a s, I was the observer

Alex preferred to engage in groups, while I loved to study them from afar I kneas a people person, but I worked best with them on a one-to-one basis Crowds overwhely of the space always felt chaotic Even thoughere less than one another, the world had its own opinions of us both

Alex and I were a musician duo, Alex & Oliver, who’d found more success than we probably deserved With every pair of siblings in the spotlight, there was one who people preferred over the other It was even worse with twins People loved to compare us all the time in the media From our looks and our personalities, to the e dressed and handled interviews Alex was extreer in the subway station, and after five ly the best of friends

Me, on the other hand? I took ht ahich soh I wanted to knohat made a person tick I wanted to not only see theht, but I wanted to see their rain clouds too

I didn’t care who their favorite football team was or how they celebrated New Year’s Eve with friends Who were they on their worst days? How did they treat ani with depression, how dark were their overcast skies? Unfortunately, we lived in a world where going deep wasn’t very co the happy highlights of themselves It sometimes took years to discover so enough to go that deep

Therefore, even in the duo, Alex and I had different fanbases The Alexholics were the life of the party They were the ones in our croho brought the energetic energy that my brother had The Olives—their fan-name choice, not mine—were much more subdued They were the ones rote handwritten letters and sentto s affected them

Both the Alexholics and Olives were the best Without equal parts of each, Alex & Oliver wouldn’t have been celebrating our third album release with our record label

That evening, the nightclub was packed with the music industry’s finest to celebrate the release of our new albuos, and implausible wealth Everyone as anyone was there—at least that as being alleged across the internet

All I wanted to do was go ho that had coratitude for“on,” y craved solitude I wasn’t very oing ho documentaries on Netflix I had an odd obsession with documentaries Did I ever plan to be a mini yes

There were so ht So many people who smiled in hed and h they were certain they never would commit to those future plans People ere shoulder to shoulder in conversation, chitchatting about drama within the industry

Alex was tothe Prince Char the table filled with food, stuffing my face with too many crab bites

The only things Alex and I had in common were our taste in music and our looks From our curly, dark-brown hair to our caraet fro their relationship For the h, we looked identical to our father, a well-built Blackeyes, a rounded nose, and a wide, i, they were laughing; if they weren’t laughing, they were dancing Most of the time, they did all three actions at the same time We were raised by two of the happiest, most supportive people in the world