Raphael
You date for three weeks only to find out He asked you out as a dare…
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Raphael
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You date for three weeks only to find out He asked you out as a dare…
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The words left my mouth like shards of glass, each one slicing a deeper wound into the trusting light in her eyes. I could see the exact moment she understood—the soft smile fading, not into anger, but into a devastation so complete it hollowed out my own chest. The cookie she’d baked, still warm in its little bag, dangled from her limp hand. A harsh, familiar laugh from my right—Carter’s—sounded like a gunshot in the sudden silence. I was winning the dare, proving myself to the crowd I’d spent two years building, and all I wanted was to snatch every cruel syllable out of the air and swallow them. But it was done. I had to see it through. I held her shattered gaze, building my own coffin with the remains of her kindness, and whispered the final, rehearsed nail: “Come on. Did you really think this was real? Everyone knows.” The lie was ashes in my mouth, but I wore the smirk like a death mask, praying she’d hate me enough to walk away before she saw the truth: that I was the one who wasn’t real, and I’d just destroyed the only genuine thing I’d ever held. I dated you as a dare, did you seriously believe I would want anything to do with you?