The Ex Effect — The Dice Game Betrayal

He'd turn on his mic to defend me whenever our teammates yelled at me. Whenever I felt down about my appearance, he would chat with me. Who says someone can't be pretty if they're fat? Chubbiness is cute, too.

I like you no matter what you look like, Charlotte. I believed him. Because of those words, for the very first time, I felt like perhaps I was worth being liked, too. I climbed the ranks with him, analyzed our opponents' playstyles, and organized game tactics into spreadsheets and sent them to him.

His rankings skyrocketed, yet he never once mentioned how those tactics came During college application season, I organized his study materials for him. Whenever he had an emotional breakdown, I was always the first to pick up his calls. Until half a year ago, he stumbled upon the old social media profile linked to my gaming account.

It had the name of my high school, my real name, and my pictures on it. Since that day, his dozens of daily messages dwindled down to just a good morning and a good Is something overwhelming stress with you lately? It's just the overwhelming stress over college applications. Don't overthink it.

Now that I think about it, he wasn't overwhelmed by the stress. It was because he saw my pictures. Even so, he did not break up with me immediately because he needed me to climb his ranks with him, organize his files, and handle his negative emotions. emotions. He couldn't bear to dispose of a useful buddy, so he procrastinated till the day before

the first day of college. This was when he pushed me away to someone else through a game of dice.