The Asylum Games
Language: en
My best friend, Chloe, had begged me for the eight-hundredth time to break up with him. I sniffled, hesitating. "But he treats me pretty well." Chloe told me I might as well be dead. It wasn't until I found another package of lingerie sent to Liam by one of his flings that I finally listened to her. Even when he knelt and begged, I didn't look back. Just as I was about to call Chloe with the good news, I saw her announcement on Instagram: "Dust can never understand the brilliance of the moon. She doesn't get you, but I do." The photo showed Liam with red, teary eyes, and Chloe…