روايات وقصص ضمن You Were Always A Losing Game

Samantha had no idea the game had changed. Her carefully constructed empire, built on fear, manipulation, and the loyalty of those too scared to challenge her, was beginning to crack in ways she had never imagined. Every plan she had made had relied on loyalty; every threat she issued assumed compliance. And now, every thread was unraveling.

"Let's bet, say, our manhood." "What the fuck you talking about?" "I'll bet you a blow job WU loses this football game." "You're kidding me." "Nope. We watch the game together. At the end of it the loser sucks off the winner." "You a faggot or something? Yeah, you're hoping you'll lose."

If I redraw now he will still win since he has both aces. "You win, Leo!” I said, gulping down the whole content of my drink in my glass. "You played so well, Mason. I'm surprised l won too,” He smiled, looking at me with his bright grey eyes and I smiled back courteously. "It was a fair game,” My father chirped in, “Mason is just timelessly careless and best at losing an opportunity. He had a chance to win the game twice but he couldn't wind up, even when your numbers were doubling down right in his eyes. Tch, such a loser."

I saw how he was ready to change because of me until it suddenly went to a sharp curve to where I had no other choice but to destroy him in front of everyone. Did I really have no other choice? I asked myself once again. Maybe there had been a lot of options for me that I didn’t recognize them. I just realized that I’m the real loser of the game I played. The moment I fell in love with Valentine is the moment I lost the game.

I said as I stuck my tongue out at him. I was right of course. I won and he shrugged his shoulders like it didn’t mean anything. He swore on the Moon Goddess that he let me win. As if I believed that for a second. I wanted to laugh. Right, that’s why he had to have the red gun. I swear, it didn’t matter how old men get, they will always be children when it comes to games. We moved on to a claw game. I sucked at these games, it was rigged. The animal was always too heavy to be picked up. It didn’t even lift an inch off the floor.

"So why not let you beat me in your game this time." He didn't have to wait a single second. The whole game, he lost. He never won. But he can't trick me, I know damn well he lost on purpose. What a freak. When we played a few more games, we eventually ran out of coins. But he brought us one for one more game. It was so much fun than I expected it to be. The last thing I expect from a sheriff's son is to be fun. All that left my mouth was sounds of laughters and giggles. My mouth was starting to hurt from all the grinning.

"I'm not walking away from the only thread." "And if it's a trap?" "Most things worth doing have that risk." He looked at her for a moment. "You've changed," he said. Quietly. Not as criticism. "I was always this person," she said. "You just never saw it." The words landed between them the way true things did — without drama, without softening, just present and undeniable. He didn't argue. He just looked out the window at the city moving past and said, "I know," in the voice of someone who had made peace with a loss they couldn't undo.

This was a mission. A game. And I wasn’t going to fucking lose.

I SPENT ALL OF THE LOVE I'VE SAVED, WE WERE ALWAYS A LOSING GAME, SMALL TOWN BOY IN A BIG ARCADE, I GOT ADDICTED TO A LOSING GAME, AHHHHHHH..... OHHHHHHH ALL I KNOW, ALL I KNOW, LOVING YOU IS A LOSING GAME. HOW MANY PENNIES IN THE SLOT, GIVING US UP DIDN'T TAKE A LOT, I SAW THE END FORE IT BEGUN, STILL I CARRIED, I CARRIED, I CARRIED ON.