Wins, Losses, Empty Hearts

Summary

Otto and I were a perfect match and each other’s worst nightmare. Both too proud, stubborn, and competitive for our own good, we fought constantly. Our ninety-ninth fight ended with him kicking me out on the highway in a downpour. I retaliated by hiring teens to smash his windshield. When he gave me the silent treatment, I blocked him everywhere and enjoyed the quiet.

We always fought dirty and made up fast. By day seven of our cold war, my pride caved. I unblocked him and texted, I’m sorry.