The Target Was Me
I'd made plans to spend New Year's Eve with my fiancee, Sophie Bennett.
I'd even rushed home with a custom cake I picked up just for us.
However, my smile slipped the second I walked in.
A photo of Sophie and me that was hanging on the wall was being used as a dartboard.
Her guy best friend, Sean Hewitt, had one arm wrapped around her waist while casually throwing darts at it.
"Oh, hey, you're back?" he said with a grin. "Perfect timing. We're playing Truth or Dare."
The words had barely left his mouth when another dart hit the photo—right in my face.
My chest tightened as I parted my lips to call him out.
Yet, Sean only laughed. "Wow, hit you again? Guess even fate thinks you two aren't meant to be."
Then, he added, all fake innocence, "Don't get the wrong idea, alright? It's just a game. Sophie and I are basically bros. You're not seriously bothered by this, are you?"
I stood there, completely still.
As I stared at that photo completely riddled with holes, I couldn't help but think it looked a lot like my heart at that moment.
Sophie gave him a half-hearted scolding. "Alright, cut it out."
But Sean just put on a wounded look and kept his arm around her waist.
Sophie only smiled helplessly before turning to me with clear impatience. "Sean's just messing around. Don't stand there with that look on your face and kill the mood. It's just a photo. We can print another one tomorrow. Stop being so petty."