You Were Always A Losing Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Just a normal card game but each loser at the end of the round he or she loses in has to take off one thing he or she's wearing and if you lose until you're naked, that's fine. “ Nolan smirked. I wondered if this gentleman was a devil, or he was human. He behaved like an evil teen most of the time. I knew I had no choice than to adhere, he had the video in his hands and could send it to his father. “Alright. Let's start.” I said. The game began, and it was becoming interesting as we laughed over every single win, but it became dreading when I was losing at each round. I had lost three rounds and my top, singlet and skirt had gone. “You really suck at this game.” Nolan laughed out, feeling v

Guess what? I already lost the battle.

"Overachiever. Why settle for one sport?" "Why bother with any of it?" he says. "It's a childish game, Caspian. A waste of your time and everyone else's." There it is. Right on schedule. "I don't know, maybe because it makes me happy?" "Does it?" His eyes move over me slowly. "You don't look very happy." *Observant.* "We lost," I say flatly. "It's hard to be thrilled about that." "Losses happen. In every aspect of life. A man who falls apart every time things don't go his way—"

"Winning at the cost of yourself means you don't exist anymore anyway. You've just built a trophy where your heart used to be." "Then you've never wanted anything badly enough." "Or I've wanted something badly enough to know that losing it would destroy me." He stepped away from the podium. Walked toward her, Slowly. "You think winning the scholarship will fix you, Mira. It won't. You'll just be a winner who's still alone." Mira's hands gripped the podium edges. "And you think losing yourself in someone else is better?" "I think losing yourself for someone else is different." He stopped in front of her. Close... too close. "I think there's a version of winning that includes someone standing

I should’ve told everyone what a fucking prize I won the second I realized it. I always lost at the house of cards game. I always realized I was about to hit the table too damn late.

He was brutal enough not to care about the deaths he didn't know of. "You know, I've never lost to anyone and I doubt I will today." "In a game or in life?" "Both." "Well then, kill your hope of winning this time around." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked through his cards, picking out the ones to be played. It's been over five years since I played this game and now that I'm doing so, it's because of my freedom. I'm an expert but that didn't stop me from losing to my mum several time.

My skills aren’t much better than hers, though, and when we lose, we just cheer each other on, going back for more until we’re too tired to care. Once, I hired a pro to help her get some wins, but he spilled the beans the very next day, telling Wendy I’d paid him to boost her. Her joy plummeted from excitement to disappointment, and she lost all sense of achievement. Despite years of struggle, Wendy’s gameplay has hardly improved. I, on the other hand, have gotten a bit better, though not quite good enough to carry her. Since my parents passed away, I haven’t logged into the game much, and it’s been a long time since we played together.

It somehow seemed to be fun though I was terribly losing. “I don't know why I feel like Deveny is cheating," I joked. "I'm not, maybe I'm just the best at this,” she responded. I really was trying my best, but losing was something that I didn't want to leave me. When the game was over Deveny had won. “Congratulations, you really should tell us how you do it," I said. “Yes my Queen, I would be honored to do so." After a few minutes, I went back into the pack house and ran into Bruno at the stairs.

I always lose because I'm not familiar with the game and I'm starting to get dizzy but it's manageable. “Thalia, you're such a loser.” I rolled my eyes because I lost for the nth time. I was about to drink the beer but someone harshly snatched the glass from me. “That's enough.” The tone of voice was as cold as someone's heart. Damn it.

There was no winning this game. Only different ways to lose.