The first time I saw her was when Mario fought Bowser. Her fragile, helpless body had just peeked out of that balloon, screaming "Mario!" and granting him a Super Mushroom. Then Mario went on to fight Bowser again for the second round. I was there, on the sidelines. Cheering for my brother, while no one else was there. While no one else seemed to care. He was still a nobody, just another plumber. So was I.
When I looked into those deep blue eyes...
Oh. Don't start, Luigi. You knew that Mario was going to get the girl before you did. You knew that everything that you succeeded in in life, Mario would have succeeded in it before and no one would care about your achievement. You knew that no one cared about you. At all.
... I knew that I had finally found my soul.
No. Not my soul mate. My soul.
I had always been out of touch with my soul. I lived in the shadow of my brother. My brother was floating through school, getting straight A's seemingly effortlessly while I worked so hard, tried my best, struggled, and still received C's. When my brother went on that first date with some girl from his homeroom, I could only stand in awe. When my brother got the job, as a plumber, I stood and silently aspired to also be a plumber someday. I lived through my brother.
He didn't need me.
But when I looked at her, it touched my soul. It was like... I had found myself. I had envisioned a dream that my brother hadn't achieved before. A goal. Of my very own. To get her to fall in love with me, to marry her, to have a... life with her. My very own life. Not my brother's.
Something I'd never experienced before.
I suddenly heard a big crash. A flash of light.
Bowser's balloon had blown up, and Bowser was lying seemingly lifeless on the ground. Over his body, Peach was standing with Mario.
"My hero," Peach simply said, and pecked Mario on the cheek.
All my dreams were shattered.