قصص وروايات قصيرة من فئة Campus وعن Tragic Love وتضم Male POV وتدور في Cheating

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over between us.

My stomach cramped with pain. Lisa Witherspoon said she'd go buy me some hot milk, but she came back with a room-temperature one instead. When I asked her about it, she brushed it off. "I ran into Freddy on the way. He said he wanted something hot, so I gave it to him. Room temperature's basically the same anyway." Standing in the cold November wind, I thought about the past three years, every single time Lisa had chosen Freddy Bateman over me, and I suddenly felt like none of it meant anything anymore. I heard my own voice, perfectly calm, saying, "Let's break up." She looked at me like it was a joke. "So which of my social media accounts are you going to block this time?" What she didn't know was that before I ever said the word breakup, I'd already applied to a top university, Monarch University. This time, I was really leaving.