A/N: Thanks to the Pied_Flycatcher for beta-ing this. I had been watching the Spring Scene and I found myself laughing at it (Long story short: My friends forced me to point out every innuendo that could be found in that scene. So many....*shudders*).
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There were two times in her life that she found herself cracked and broken.
The first time, ironically, was the very first time she tried playing the game. But it showed. Her father had seen right through her sweet, adoring smile and she soon wound up in his arms, sobbing and pleading with him not to leave.
He left anyway, and she lost the game.
The second time she played, she discovered just how good she had become. Her smiles never strayed far from believable. She had learned to control the tone and pitch of her voice. Her body never once betrayed her, for she was a liar. She was a master.
The charade was her game and she was the star player.
Until that night.
He had chipped away at her, slowly. Peeling back the layers of false truths and hopes that she had worked so very hard to build up. Another chip. Another crack.
Her world crashed and she broke.
She started sobbing, and frankly, she didn't care if he saw. Let him. The fact that someone was watching her fall to pieces wasn't bothering her as much as it should've been. The Yuna she knew wouldn't have been caught dead without having all of her emotions properly sorted out, arranged in neat, orderly piles, divided by-
And then…
He kissed her.
And the world stopped.
No heartbeats, no breathing.
And for the second time in her life, she lost the game.