Cup11d69
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This is not a story.
At least, it's not a fun one.
Yuki was never the best.
Always the second place at school. Always the second on the beauty pageants. The second in her precious competitions. It didn't matter if she studied all night long. If she applied makeup for hours or practiced her quadruple lutz until her legs gave out.
The second daughter to a family where these were what mattered most, and her sister got it all.
She wasn't and never would be the first place.
She would never be pretty enough to win a pageant, let alone a boy's heart. Or smart enough to get the best score in class, never mind an entry to her dream university. She's would never, ever win on the ice.
She's a girl, after all. A worthless girl in a world where second place is never appreciated and first place is worshipped like a god.
Second place is just the proof of, yes, you're good. Just not good enough.
Sick of everything, Yuki decides to write her whole life in a series of letters to those who she either loved or hated with her whole being. Those who either showed belief in her through times of pain, or caused the given pain
This isn't a book of a love. This isn't a fantasy, or a mystery. This isn't a dystopian tale or a legend to be whispered for years to come, either.
This isn't fiction, at all. Yuki is the demonstration of every girl, every woman, every one who was just never good enough. Never the best, never the worse. Just, nothing at all.
But after all, beauty is pain, right?
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