You Were Always A Losing Game Novelas e Histórias

"I'm perfect. Just thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you." The lie tasted bitter, but I swallowed it down. Because the truth was, I wasn't lucky at all. I was losing. And for the first time since I had started this game, I didn't know how to win.

It became more vigorous and like a boiling kettle, high tone whistle of protests ran nonstop from his lips. "THAT'S IT! OKAY! I LOSE! FOR 10TH TIME I LOSE TO JOSHUA! I ALWAYS LOSE! ARGH! I TOLD YOU TO PLAY GAMES WITH ME SO I CAN FORGET THAT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT THAT MR. CHWE CELEBRATES HIS BIRTHDAY TO JOSHUA'S HOTEL! BUT EVERY GAME, YOU TWO DIDN'T LET ME WIN! YOU KEEP ON REMEMBERING ME THE FEELING OF BEING THE LOSER! I HATE YOU TWO!"

“I’m not going through anything.” She raised an eyebrow. “Lie better.” I exhaled slowly. “It’s nothing.” “Mhm.” We let the subject drop, and I turned the volume back on just as the crowd roared. The final minutes of the game were tense. Fast. Chaotic. I leaned forward despite myself. June groaned. “Why are they always losing when we watch?” “Maybe we’re bad luck,” I murmured. On screen, the scoreboard flashed. 4–3. The loss hit me harder than I expected.

"We're in a game of chess. Rules change, positions change, players change, winners change, losers change, and most of all, objectives and goals change." I gave them a glum expression with a stoic face. Each word hammering in my chest and ears, replaying in my memory for the umpteenth time. "Oh, Allura... you lost the game." A dangerous game of wagering life and death. "It's game over."

It was not real money of course but just something to pass the time. The other men groaned, knowing that they were about to lose and there was nothing they could do about it. I always wanted these games not because I was any good at cards but because I did not care because I had nothing to lose any more. One of the men chuckled and gave me a Gentle push on the arm. "Damn, Tristan, you’re on a roll tonight," he shook his head as he forwarded and I just smiled and two another drink, feeling The Familiar burning sensation travelling down my chest. It didn't matter how much I wanted or lost because none of it mattered.

"Move over. I'll chat with him." Horace got his reply from Blazecrust Customer Service. "Hello, it's totally normal to win and lose the game at times. I wish you could win more too, but we can't control the odds." "No way. There's definitely something wrong." "I understand how you feel. Nobody wants to lose either." Horace texted, "I've lost all my money, and I don't even have a chance to win it back. How could you possibly understand how I feel?"

"She's just a kid. A little soothing, and she'll forget about it." "Get out!" I screamed, powerless with rage, and shoved them both out of the room. "I don't want to see you!" I slammed the door, and silence swallowed me. I sat among the shards of the crystal keepsake and cried until I had nothing left. Maybe my parents were up in heaven, telling me it was time to end the debt, to stop trapping myself in this cage. Once my tears dried, I gathered the broken crystals into a box. On the back of the hospital procedure sheet, I wrote, [No. 98].

For the last year and a half, I lost every game we have ever played, whether it was cards, board games, even bowling or arcade games, she won them all! I started to get disconcerted and was about to give up on game day completely... Witch led us to the inevitable conversation... "Mom, I really don't feel like being destroyed and debased again today, what do you say to a little television or something like that?" My mother looked stricken. "What do you mean destroyed? I won all those games fair and Square." "Mother." I explained, "You have beaten me in every game we have played for the last eighteen months, I am tired of losing, can't we do something else??"

I offered my arm to help Damien up, but he pulled me down to the ground with him instead. “Damien!” I scolded him, but he chuckled heartily, refusing to let me get up. It was the craziest game of all. We had never enjoyed playing as much as we did today. “We lost because of you. Now, be ready to face your punishment.” He leaned in to whisper. “No, that’s a lie. You lost because you didn’t want to win.” I gazed into his wide eyes. He understood my implication. “It’s not always that way. Sometimes you want to win, but you lose, anyway. How do you explain that?” He watched me intently.

I also agree with what she wants. "Okay. Whoever loses, will take an order. Like before." I do remember the game we played with my friends back then. A pure nonsense, command that concentrated loosening poise. "Deal." I wanted to win the game. Maybe because when I lost it, she would make me do something that embarrassed me. Aira and I started the game. The first three loose in the game will be ruled by the winner. Pretty much, I was already smiling when Aira lost twice. But I was looked down upon because I lost three times in a row.