We're only pretending; why does it feel so real? When I board the train, Mr. Tall, Cuddly and Handsome awaits in the seat next to mine. He's going to a funeral, to confront his painful past. And I volunteer to tag along as his fake girlfriend. Impulsive? Obviously. Bad Idea? Hell yes. The more he shares, the more I'm drawn to him. It's not all selfless, I have my own wounds to confront... It just so happens that his scars...