dangerous games.

She grabbed her coat and got outside. Tears were streaming down her face, while she walked. Her mind was like a merry go 'round, a perfect mess. She knew she would never be the one. Always the other, never the one - simply moved by that strange desire that lit up the fire but isn't strong enough to make it burn forever. How she wished to actually mean something to someone. How she wished to be the girl in those cute and lame photos they took together. How she wished not to be alone, knowing he was with another girl. Sadly, things never work out as we wish - and with that thought in her mind, she kept walking.

Last night, oh last night. That moment was already too far away. Still, she remembered every single detail. Early in the afternoon, she went to his place. As she knocked, he immediately answered the door, still sleepy. No room left for conversations, their lips instantly locked. She took off her jacket while he led the way into the room. Phones off. Clothes on the floor. Suddenly, two undressed soulless bodies were tangled up on the bed, playing that sinful, dangerous game. That was the game none of them should play. He was the cheater. She was the other one. Nobody was winning, but their souls were already lost - she was broken, he was cold as ice. No emotion, no feelings, no love. Just them, the bed, the secret and the game where everybody loses.

As she laid naked oh his bed, she started to think. Oh well, what's done is done. She had nothing to hope for. No hope for love. She was walking down a dangerous road, she knew he wasn't able to heal her heart. He wasn't strong enough. He was, in his own way... As damaged as she was. She was just a silly little girl, walking on thin ice even though she knew it would break and she would drown in no time. Until the break of dawn, she laid on the bed quietly, thinking. He was asleep, his phone was off. No questions asked, but her mind was spinning with doubt.

While he was sleeping, she got up, got dressed and grabbed her jacket. Took one last look at him, so peaceful and quiet, and walked out the door with tears in her eyes. She put her hand on her chest, and felt her heart beating. Felt her blood flowing. She was alive. In spite of everything, she was alive.