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Chapter 62
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2026-04-12 00:49:50
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What We Pretended To Be Chapter 63
Maria:I wake up and for a few seconds, everything feels normal.Quiet room. Soft light filtering through the curtains. Nothing heavy.Then it hits.Not all at once. Just… pieces.The car. The beach. My voice.I sit up slowly.“Oh no.”It comes out under my breath, like maybe if I say it quietly enough, it won’t be real.It is.I press my fingers to my forehead, trying to retrace it properly, but that only makes it worse because now I’m remembering details.Not just what happened.What I said.I drop back onto the bed and stare at the ceiling.Why would I ask him that?Out of everything I could have said.Out of everything I could have kept to myself.I turn to my side and pull the duvet over my face. The fabric feels warm and slightly suffocating against my skin.“I actually said that out loud.”And not even calmly.No. I said it like I had every right to ask him.Like I was entitled to an answer.I sit up again, dragging a hand down my face.“I need help.”That’s the only conclusion
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 62
Maria“Mom, what is it about Daniel that you don’t already know?”I say it before I even sit down, my bag still hanging off my shoulder like I might leave again if this goes left. The strap digs into my skin, a small anchor.She doesn’t answer immediately. She just looks at me, measured, like she’s deciding how serious this conversation is about to be.That’s never a good sign.I drop my bag on the chair and finally sit, smoothing my dress down without really thinking about it. The fabric whispers against my legs. The room still feels like mine, familiar, quiet, but something about the way she’s standing makes it feel smaller. The lamp on the side table casts a warm pool of light across the floor between us.“We saw the headlines,” she says.Of course.I nod once. “So did everyone else.”She doesn’t react to that. “Is he proposing or not?”I blink at her.For a second, I almost laugh, but it doesn’t quite come out.“Excuse me?”“Maria,” she says, a little firmer now, “this is not some
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 61
Daniel:She walks away like she needs space and doesn’t bother explaining it.Barefoot. Heels dangling from her fingers. The sand shifts under her steps, but she doesn’t slow down or look back. She just keeps going, straight toward the water like the rest of the world can sort itself out without her for a minute. The wind catches the hem of her dress, lifting it slightly against her legs.I stay where I am.Not for long. Just long enough to notice.The way she moves isn’t careful. There is no adjustment, no awareness of being watched, no effort to compose herself into something presentable. Her dress catches the wind, her hair follows, and she doesn’t fix any of it. The moonlight catches the strands, turning them silver for a brief second.She doesn’t know what that looks like from here.That someone would stop and watch.That I did.I let out a quiet breath and start walking after her. My shoes sink into the cool sand with each step, the grains shifting and clinging.She reaches the
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 60
Maria: For a while, we just walk. No urgency. No destination. Just the quiet stretch of sand and the steady rhythm of the waves folding into themselves and pulling back again. I hold my heels in one hand, the straps dangling between my fingers, and focus on where I’m stepping so I don’t sink too deep. The cool grains shift under my bare feet with every step. He stays beside me. Close, but not touching. It feels deliberate. Like we both understand that something already shifted and we are being careful not to rush past it. “I don’t do this,” he says after a while. I glance at him. “Do what?” “This.” He gestures vaguely, like even naming it is unnecessary. “Talking like this. Feeling… anything I can’t control.” I let out a small breath that almost turns into a smile. “That explains a lot.” He doesn’t react to that. Just keeps walking, eyes ahead. The wind carries the salty scent of the sea across the beach. “I’m not avoiding it,” he adds. “You are.” “I’m not.” “You are,” I
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 59
Maria: By the time Daniel pulls up, I am already done pretending. Not dramatically done. Not in a way that makes me slam doors or cancel plans. Just… quietly finished with whatever this has been pretending to be. I stand in front of my mirror longer than necessary, adjusting an earring I already fixed two minutes ago, and I catch myself staring. I look like I belong in this life. That thought unsettles me more than anything. Everything is right. The dress. The makeup. The hair. If someone took a picture right now, it would fit perfectly into everything people already think they know about me. I reach for my phone without thinking. The screen lights up, and even though I do not open anything, I remember it clearly. The pictures. The angles. The way something as small as standing close to someone can be turned into a narrative you did not agree to. The land stays with me. Not the gala. Not the café. That quiet stretch of space that felt like mine the moment I stepped into it. T
What We Pretended To Be Chapter 58
Daniel: I read the same line again. Then again. The numbers are right. The projections are clean. There is nothing wrong with the document in front of me. If anything, it is one of the better reports this quarter. I close it anyway. The office is quiet. Glass walls, muted light filtering through the tall windows, everything exactly where it should be. It usually helps me think. Keeps things in order. Today, it just feels… still. The faint hum of the air conditioning fills the space, but it does nothing to ease the restlessness under my skin. My phone lights up on the desk. I glance at it, then ignore it. If it is important, it will come back. It always does. I lean back slightly and rest my hand against the arm of the chair, my eyes settling somewhere past the desk, toward the city skyline visible through the glass. And then, without effort, my mind shifts. Not to work. To her. Maria. The land comes first, but not in the way it should. Not like a project I am assessing.
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.”
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. I
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
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 t
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