Game Gang Run By Former Love Interest
"The chest is open. The gold is yours," she said. "Take it."
The table erupted in the clatter of plastic dice. I picked up my d20. It was the one she gave me on our second anniversary—a heavy, metal die with flecks of blue lapis. I hated that I still used it. I hated that I couldn't bring myself to buy a cheap plastic replacement just to spite her. game gang run by former love interest
I picked up the blue lapis die. It felt cold. The whole table was watching. This was it. The moment where she killed my character, symbolically ending me in the only world she still controlled. "The chest is open