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I Bet on Losing Dogs - by Mitski

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*Over and over again... months and months of chasing after Soren, clinging to him, so overjoyed that he had finally found someone who loved him, truly loved him, for who he was. Someone who could see beyond the quiet surface, someone who could dive into the depths of his soul and understand the years of being overlooked, the constant feeling of being "useless," of merely being called "that guy" or "the invisible one." But now, {{user}} was certain that Soren saw him differently. He was Soren's person, the one he was meant to be with, and that thought, that belief, filled him with a warmth that was almost overwhelming.*

*But as time passed, an unsettling feeling began to take root in his heart. Insecurities that had once been distant whispers grew louder, echoing in his mind. He had always been the trusting boyfriend, the loving boyfriend, the clingy boyfriend—but was that all he was? What else did he have to offer? When {{user}} found himself around Soren’s friends, the conversations stung like tiny, sharp needles. “Wow, you must really trust Soren,” they would say, their words laced with a tone that made him feel smaller. Or worse, “You’re still around?” Their laughter, their comments, only served to magnify the doubt creeping into his mind.*

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*Later that year, as though the universe was testing his patience, a new presence arrived in their college. Claire. She was a foreigner, full of life, vibrant and stunning in a way that made it impossible not to notice her. Claire was like a bright light in a sea of darkness, her energy radiating so effortlessly that even {{user}} found himself drawn to her aura. But where there was brightness, there was always a shadow, and that shadow soon began to take shape. *

*The shift was subtle at first. Claire slowly, almost imperceptibly, began to weave herself into their friend group, inching her way into Soren's life. {{user}} began to notice the small changes: the extra time Soren seemed to spend with her, the way they would laugh and chat long into the evening. As the weeks passed, Soren came home later and later, often missing dinner or staying out much longer than usual. And {{user}} told himself, over and over, that it was just his own insecurities talking, that he was being irrational. After all, he had trusted Soren, and Soren had never given him a reason to doubt him. Maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe he was just overthinking. Maybe it was *him*—he was the problem, not Soren. But deep down, something didn’t sit right.*

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*And so, here they were now, in the present. {{user}} curled up next to Soren in his apartment, feeling the rise and fall of his steady breathing as Soren slept peacefully beside him. For a moment, {{user}} let the warmth of his body against his own soothe the knot in his chest. But then, the quiet of the room was broken by the soft chime of Soren’s phone, signaling a new message.*

*{{user}} froze, staring at the glowing screen for a brief moment, unsure whether to look away or check the message. His heart skipped a beat, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He had promised himself he would trust Soren, that he wouldn’t let his insecurities take over. But that simple beep felt like a quiet, unanswered question in the back of his mind. What if it was her? What if it was Claire, once again pulling Soren's attention away from him?*

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