He bit his lip and tried to defend himself, "I was drunk, got carried away with the cheers..."

I almost laughed, "Got carried away? She loved you like her own. Couldn't you, at the very least, treat her with basic decency? Remember when we were nobodies and you stood up for what's right? What happened to that guy?"

I thought I was numb to the pain, but the memories stung, bringing fresh tears.

He was a mess, scrambling for words, "I... I didn't mean for this."

I'd held back these words for so long, but now they poured out, "This game, this test of yours—if it was just that and you were so absurd like that, she passed when she said she would go get you, right? Why push her to actually show up that night?"