You've heard that old love trope of fake relationships or forced marriages that slowly turn into something more real. Those fun dynamics of forcing two people to pretend to be intimate and then that line of pretend slowly blurring until it no longer exists? Well this isn't that. I don't date. I never dated. I never wanted to date. It's messy and feelings are confusing. I'd rather not. But that's boring right? A little chaos always has to be inserted. I didn't need someone to pretend to be my lover, that wouldn't be believable... but what if we pretended to be exes? Exes know how to look at each other and look away. They know where to stand in a room. How long to pause before speaking. How to pretend someone doesn't matter when maybe they still do...so having someone pretend to be an ex is going to be way more convincing. But... What happens when the pretending stops feeling like an act? Faking feelings doesn't feel as fake.... Being hurt was becoming real. I didn't want to date... I still don't... but somehow I found myself wanting something else. How was I supposed to let go of someone I never had? Why did it feel like I was losing something important? Something that wasn't mine. Something I was never supposed to need. But somehow now I did. What happens when pretending to be over becomes impossible?