Noel
The night had settled into a chaotic rhythm, the dim glow of fairy lights casting flickering shadows across the cabin walls. Laughter filled the space, the occasional clinking of bottles adding to the reckless energy in the air. It had started harmlessly enough—just a simple game of truth or dare, a way to pass the time among so-called friends, but as the rounds progressed, I found myself becoming the target of Bridget’s increasingly ridiculous truths.
I leaned back against the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, barely suppressing an eye roll as she grinned at me from across the circle. “Alright, Noel, truth again?” she asked, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers like she wasn’t already scheming.
I exhaled slowly, already bored with whatever nonsense she was ab
