She Regrets It Too Late
Language: en
I lost the drinking game at the alumni reunion. It was one of those stupid, performative dares: "Pretend to be a couple. Date for seven days." It happened to be exactly one year to the day since we broke up. Cassandra Miller—Cass, as everyone called her—was afraid I’d cling, afraid I'd see it as a second chance. She looked bored, her voice a low, tired murmur as she laid down the ground rules. "It's just a game, Teddy. Don't ruin it by being serious." I nodded in agreement. Under the rules of the challenge, we were forced to act like a real couple—holding hands, sitting close. On the sixth…