The "Great Pretenders", sitting there, staring, asking shy questions never reopening the wounds that had refused to heal correctly, those words appeared in my mind. Nate, he'd been the one to call us pretenders. I asked him once, what he meant by it all. "You pretended Jeremy wasn't cheating on you, you still pretend you don't need help, to move on." And then as if he read my mind, as the painful words etched in the crevices of my skull: "He pretends nothing hurts." So here we sit, this moment going down in the books as our greatest performance.