After discovering that her boyfriend of three years is cheating on her with his girl best friend, Yasemin Hogan knows she can do way better than a little material revenge. Julian broke her heart, she will break his.
By fake dating his enemy.
Elija...
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OMG! I can't explain the joy I got now that I'm FINALLY updating. Hi, everyone, it's been so fucking long and I'm so sorry. I hope you all are doing great.
The amount of support I got when I wasn't updating, I can't even thank you enough, I'm so happy. I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU SO SO MUCH. I hope I will never leave you again for this long. The only promise I will give to you from now on is the following: I'm never dropping this story. Never. No matter how long I could be absent, I would come back. I got too much invested in RFDYN to abandon it.
As I said last time, life got difficult for me and I needed time for myself. I'm still struggling with mental health, anxiety because of school and grief but overall, I'm okay. I feel better.
The chapter is very long. I hope you're still invested after this long time. See you at the end of it and HAPPY READ<3
It had knocked on our doors. Frost, gusts of wind, cracked snow, ice crystals and a night storm. The winter between us.
We were in a strange phase never experienced before: the blizzard. Neither of us showed any sign of anger, resentment or annoyance. His smiles, the banter, our academic rivalry, they were still there. But through the fierce winds laden with snowflakes, I could feel it without seeing it: the pain.
I wish we had kissed away the mean words that night. But we only pulled them closer, and I could taste them on my lips if I ran my tongue over them. Like I could still taste him for hours after we left the showers, so long had we kissed.
Fake dating didn't help to move on. We weren't allowed to keep our distance. It meant he kept squeezing my waist when he saw me every morning. It meant he put his hand on my back when we walked to the same class. It meant I sat next to him when I had the chance. It meant he kissed the corner of my lips from time to time. All of our controlled movements felt like giving an addict a little heroin transfusion before sending them back to their withdrawal cell.
It felt like torture.
I expected the devil to apologize for hurting me. But he was hurt too. Neither of us was the type to apologize. Thus began a new battle between two rivals: one of wills. And I would not be the one to bow down first.
"Yasemin, are you listening to me?"
Saejin pushed me out of my thoughts with a tap on my shoulder. Her narrowed eyes analyzed me carefully. "You've been acting strange for the past few days."
We were about to join everyone else in the cafeteria for lunch on Saturday, facing the last days of October. Halloween was on everyone's lips, providing the frightened students with a less stressful topic of conversation than exams.
I bit the inside of my cheek. " What do you mean?"
"You're in your own little world. Always pensive. You okay?" She gently rubbed my back in circular motions. "Are you having panic attacks again?"
