No Spring Can Undo This Winter

Flora Pruitt and I were the famous twins of Los Angeles. She was the dazzling dance student, and I was just her control group — the shadow she'd been cast against since we were children.

Freshman year, the campus heartthrob chased me like it was the event of the season. He carried me to class and back every day, told me his heart ached for me.

Everyone said I'd hit the jackpot, and slowly my cold little heart started to thaw under all that warmth.

Then came my birthday. The party ended, the rain came down hard, and out of habit I reached for him.