For our sixth dating anniversary, Darren brought Gretta, the girl who had been pursuing him for three years, straight to our candlelight dinner. He tried to play it off. "Don't be like that. She's going to be like a little sister to us from now on." This was the same girl who once called me terrible names just because I wouldn't step aside and let him go. Now she stood there, acting all soft and sweet, calling me "sis" like we were old friends. It made my stomach turn. I felt sick to my core, and I couldn't bring myself to eat a single bite. That night, Darren said he would drive her home, and he never came back at all. I couldn't sleep, so I ended up scrolling through a social media account I knew well: Gretta Chases Her Love Bravely. There was a brand-new post up. First win the "little sister" title, next level up to being his baby! The step-back-to-move-forward trick works perfectly! I stayed out until the dorms locked up, just batted my eyes and played sweet, and he agreed to get a hotel room for the night. He is so easy to wrap around my finger! And I actually got to kiss him while he was sleeping! Attached to the post was a photo: Darren, who always swore he couldn't sleep properly anywhere but in his own bed, was fast asleep on a hotel pillow. Bright lipstick marks were smudged clearly across one side of his face. The comments below were full of people cheering her on and wishing them luck. All at once, every bit of the fight and feeling just drained right out of me. The next morning, I called my academic advisor and accepted the fully-funded study abroad placement I had been offered.