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| The Game |
| Sitting so close to you, it's surreal. It's been so long, yet my hands shake with nerves and I'm terrified of you hearing my heart thud so loudly. The sexual tension in the room is so thick it's almost suffocating, yet we continue to sit and say nothing, letting the moment drag out, yet neither of us brave enough to embrace the moment and act out our terribly indecent thoughts. I can see your chest heaving as heavily as mine and we joke about the sexual vibes between us, each of us secretly daring the other to make a move. Time stands still for several hours, for time does not exist in 'The game'. A foreigner intrudes on our game - an unwanted, unexpected participant. And as quickly as the game started, it evanesced. With a nervous exchange of glances we silently thank the outsider for preventing the irrational, exciting, sensational alternative of moves on the chess board, but instead forcing us to move our pawns into a sensible, embittered position - checkmate. |