You Were Always A Losing Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You keep this up and you'll lose Cynthia." "What game?"

I wasn’t winning. Neither was he. That was maybe the most honest place we’d ever been. I started the car and drove home.

" Well, since you refused to sacrifice your queen I ended up winning. " " Whatever. " He said solemnly, " Why don't we play the card game then? " He suggested. " Umm... " Jemmy contemplated since she wasn't very good at playing cards. " Don't tell me you are scared now? Scared of losing to me? " He taunted. " Of course not! Why would I be afraid of losing to you? The truth is, real winners aren't afraid of failing. Even when they fail they get back up! "

“A simple game of rock, paper, scissors.” I blinked at him. “Are you serious?” “Dead serious.” “That’s ridiculous.” “But if I remember correctly,” he said, tilting his head, “you didn’t think it was ridiculous a few years ago. In fact, you loved games like this.” My chest tightened. Those years. Back when we were us. But that was a long time ago. We weren’t those people anymore. “And why would you pick a game you know you’ll lose?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.

I didn't take it back. I didn't even think of taking it back because I already knew. No matter what she did, this would never end the way she expects. She could only try but she would fail woefully. All she's playing was a loser's game but of course, she won't listen or admit to it. “You're playing a loser's game.” I didn't tell her.

Aldric's Mom yelled again. “Coming!!” I yelled back, sighing loudly as I ran outside to the car. ****** I stood there as I watched the Johnsons win every single game. It felt like they were cheating but it seemed they were just good at playing games. Both the mother in-law and daughter in-law were so serious in the game. “I think we should get going.” Aldric's Mom said to me in a whisper. “But mother…” “We've lost a lot, let's keep our remaining dignity and leave.”

I stood there for a long moment, my thoughts racing, but one thing was certain now. I wasn't just a victim anymore. I wasn't just some casualty of my father's fucked-up choices. I was part of something bigger. And that meant I had to play this game to win. Or risk losing everything. And that– That scared the hell out of me. But as the door clicked shut behind him, I realized I wasn't afraid of the game anymore. I was afraid of what would happen if I lost. And I wasn't planning on losing. Not this time.

“Very soon, you’ll understand that you never really left us at all. You were always ours. You’ll always be ours.” The wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of rain and change and possibilities I was only beginning to imagine. The game had begun. And this time, I was playing to win.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The Final Close Cassandra Whitmore had spent years playing a game she was convinced she could win. But the problem with playing games built on lies, power, and greed? Eventually, the game plays you. And tonight, Cassandra lost everything. But Alexander and I? We had just begun.

He had practically never lost a game before, apart from when he didn't feel like winning. However, with Simone as his opponent, he found himself losing one game after another.