Chase

She stopped trying.

He wanted a chase. It seemed fun; entertaining even.

He liked the idea of having someone at his beck and call, someone he had wrapped around his finger.

She’d do anything for him, he believed. Even when he played the game of cat and mouse.

So, he ran and she chased.

But it got tiring and yet, he didn’t seem to notice.

So, she stopped and walked away.

It was no longer a chase.

He was on his own, running and running without anyone trying to catch up

Without anyone to catch him when he finally fell

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