Not in the way others did—glancing over, scanning for threat or use. You looked . You took a seat across the café, folded your hands, and smiled like we had already met in a dozen different lifetimes. Each one ended badly. Each one was worth it.
Once, you said, “I want to win, but I don’t want you to lose.” my dearest nemesis
So no, I will never let you win easily. And you would despise me if I did. Not in the way others did—glancing over, scanning
My dearest nemesis—may we never make peace. folded your hands