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Chapter 51
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2026-04-09 04:31:36
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What We Pretended To Be Chapter 54
Maria: My father does not waste time explaining things when he is already halfway out the door. “Be ready in twenty minutes,” he says. “We’re leaving.” “For what?” I ask, already moving toward my room because there is no point pretending I won’t go. “A celebration.” “That could mean anything.” “It doesn’t need to mean anything to you. Just be ready.” He hangs up. I stare at my phone for a second, then drop it on the bed. Of course. Whatever this is, I will understand it later, probably when it is already too late to ask questions. — The car ride is quiet, but not the comfortable kind. The kind where something is happening and I am not part of the conversation yet. “What exactly are we celebrating?” I ask after a few minutes. “A deal,” my father says. “With who?” “The Rothfields.” I turn slightly. “Daniel’s family?” “Yes.” “And this concerns us because…?” He exhales slowly, like I am dragging information out of him. “Because it changes things.” That again. “What thi
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 53
Maria: He does not ask where I am. He sends a location. That is it. No greeting, no explanation, no attempt to make it sound like anything other than what it is. I stare at the message for a second, then a little longer than necessary, as if something about it might soften if I give it time. It does not. Of course it does not. I get there early. I tell myself it is because traffic was light, because I did not want to be late, because I had nothing else to do anyway. None of those feel entirely true, but they are convenient enough. The place is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels intentional. People speak in low tones, movements are measured, everything arranged in a way that suggests no one here has anything urgent to worry about. I pick a table by the window and sit. I do not reach for my phone. I do not distract myself. I sit there with my hands folded loosely in front of me, watching reflections move across the glass, letting the waiting stretch just enough to feel real.
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 52
Maria: I get dressed for work. That part happens automatically. Same routine, same motions. I even pick out something decent, something I would not be embarrassed to be seen in, which already tells me I am not planning to stay home. Then I just… don’t leave. I stand there for a moment, bag in hand, staring at nothing in particular, and something in me quietly refuses. No dramatic reason. No sudden realization. Just a soft, stubborn no. So I drop the bag back on the chair and turn away from the door like it offended me. That is how I end up outside a few minutes later, walking toward the stable without really deciding to. The air is still, the kind that makes everything feel slower than it actually is. Even my steps feel quieter. Like I am not supposed to disturb anything. The stable sits a little away from the house, tucked into its own corner. I push the door open and step inside. It smells like hay and warm wood. Familiar already, which feels strange considering ho
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 51
Maria: My mother does not knock. She walks in like the door belongs to her, which, unfortunately, it does. I’m halfway through fixing my hair when she starts speaking, already in motion, already three steps ahead of me. “I’ve invited the Rothfields for dinner tonight.” I glance at her through the mirror, still holding my hair in place. “Okay…” She waves her hand like I’m slow. “Not just dinner. We need to talk about your engagement.” I pause. Actually pause this time. My hands drop. “My what?” She looks at me properly now, like I’ve just said something embarrassing. “Your engagement, Maria.” I turn to face her fully. “To who?” She sighs, the kind that suggests she regrets raising me. “Daniel. Obviously.” I let out a short laugh before I can stop myself. “That’s funny.” “I’m serious.” The laugh fades. Quickly. “Why would I be getting engaged to Daniel?” I ask, trying to understand how she got here without me. She folds her arms, tilting her head slightly. “Why would you
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 50
Maria: It’s been a month. The thought comes and settles, not heavy, not urgent. Just there. A quiet fact I can’t ignore even if I don’t want to sit with it. A month since Noah. It doesn’t feel like something I lost. That part is clear to me. I made that decision with my eyes open. It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn’t rushed. It was necessary. Still… it wasn’t simple. Things like that never are. I move around my room without thinking too much about what I’m doing, picking up my bag, putting it down again, checking my phone, locking it without reading anything. Restless, but not in a way I can easily name. It’s been a few days. Three. Maybe four. I don’t keep track properly, but I know it hasn’t been long enough for anything to settle into something I can define. The kiss comes back in pieces. Not constantly. Just enough to interrupt the quiet moments. I don’t dwell on it. I don’t avoid it either. I just… let it pass through. It didn’t feel wrong. That’s what stands out. Not e
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 49
Daniel: I shouldn’t have done that. The thought is clear. Not loud, not dramatic. Just… there, settled in place like a fact I can’t argue with. I lean back in my chair and stare at nothing in particular, the office still quiet at this hour. The city hasn’t fully started yet. No calls. No interruptions. Just enough silence for my mind to go where it wants. Which, apparently, is back to her. Not everything. I’m not replaying it like a scene. It comes in fragments instead. The way she said my name. The way the conversation shifted without either of us forcing it. The moment I stopped thinking about what would happen next. That part stays. I don’t stop thinking about what happens next. That’s usually the point. And yet, I did. I let it happen. No. That’s not quite right. I chose it. I sit forward, resting my forearms on my knees, hands loosely clasped together. It’s easier to think when I’m not leaning back like I’m trying to relax. I’m not. It wasn’t a mistake. That’s what
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