You Were Always A Losing Game Novels & Stories

I had a vague idea about this design and that's why I was pushing it. This kept on going for some minutes before my eyes fell to the console and an idea formed. "Let's play a game. Whoever loses will draw." "You sure?" I nodded. I had never won with him. I never played with him. I never played only. I used to ignore him when he played and just talked, or did something else. And rarely, he would play when I was with him. "You'll lose, you know?"

“Puzzle game?” “I can do that,” I replied. “But there has to be a penalty for losing.” He raised a brow. “Like what?” “Money. I know you don’t joke with that.” He laughed. “You’re sure you want to go there?” “I don’t back out,” I said. We set it up, and agreeing to it was a bad idea. Adrian was ridiculously good. Like… annoyingly good. I kept losing, over and over again. At some point, I even accused him of cheating just to save face. He calmly reset the game each time and still beat me.

"What's going on today? I was winning big earlier, but I ended up losing everything!" Dad grumbled, "Same here! I was just one number away from winning the lottery! I was so close! This is driving me crazy!" Siena joined in, yelling, "Me too! I've been losing non-stop in the game I'm playing. I can't win no matter what!" I froze, instantly sensing trouble. Over the past ten years, I had become quiet. I didn't even dare smile. I was just like a shadow in this house. If Siena broke a cup, they'd naturally look at me.

He sat next to me, and I filled his glass with wine. “I lost, alright, and I’ve been thinking a lot. Losing feels like shit. It feels like it’s not over yet. I don’t know why I keep feeling like I have a chance.” I said, handing him his glass. Filling mine up, I drank it to the dregs. “Get used to it, Neph. Everybody had to lose out at least once in their lives. It was high time you lost something you wanted.” He said, and I gritted my teeth.

Mine were steady and deliberate. "You’re afraid of losing?" Jonathan suddenly asked. "I can’t afford to lose." I placed my next piece. Jonathan let out a quiet chuckle. "Life is a losing game. No matter how hard you struggle, you end up losing anyway." I didn’t argue. By the time dawn approached, the final game ended. A draw. I started to gather the pieces, ready to return to my room. Suddenly, Jonathan’s hand pressed down on the board. He lifted his head, his deep eyes locking onto mine.

she asked. “We always play it when we drink right and so the game begins with one who attacks the opponent with words and the other one has to counterattack it right away, it’s the game we formed when we were hanging out together.” She looked at Anna who nodded her head. “The one who couldn't manage to answer had to take a shot.” And then she looked at Jacob. “And he is the one who always loses?” She laughed. Anna laughed right away. “Yes. He's the ultimate loser even when he has to attack.”

“You're welcome. So, I'm gonna ask you again. What are you gonna do about it?” I sighed and twirled the coffee cup round. “Nothing,” I said again. “Don't you see, Kayle? This all started as a game. It was never meant to last forever because someone always has to win the game. Love or not, we were always destined for disaster. He was always gonna be the murderer in Clue, I'd always win the most money in Monopoly. Jack would always hold the most cards at the end of the round of Old Maid, and I'd always top him at Jenga. Not everyone has a 'one,' Kayle, and whether he's mine or not, it doesn't mean we have to be a two. I did this because you guys asked me. I didn't want to – and I didn't want t

When we stepped out of the elevator, the lobby was empty except for two staff members standing behind the reception desk. "But, uh, h-how? I'm fairly certain there was no one behind me "I said this while crossing my arms like a child. Logan laughed and held the glass door open for me. "You were only looking ahead and behind you. People can always come at you from the side "Logan was telling me about how I lost the shooting game we played as a group. I mumbled, "Stupid game." Logan laughed, throwing his head back. "Every game you win is the best game ever, and the ones you lose are either stupid or we're cheating," he charged, and I agreed silently. After all, no one enjoys losing, do they?

“Good to go?” “Yeah.” My voice felt like gravel. I stood, casting one last look at the family in the corner, their heads bent together in a circle of warmth I’d never known. Georgina had invented countless games over the years. She’d trained us until strategy became instinct. But her games always ended the same. Even when you won, you walked away feeling like you’d lost something far more important.

I could see guilt in his eyes every time he remembered those days. "After around two months, I played a big game that had the potential to change my fate," he explained with a heavy sigh, the guilt evident in his eyes as he recounted those days. "I got greedy and played that game without realizing that it was a trap. I kept on bidding, hoping to win in the end, and I placed all the money I had. But I didn't stop there. I even took out loans and, in the end, lost everything." His shoulders slumped as he looked down in defeat. I placed my hand on his shoulder, offering silent support as he continued to speak.