Their game was simple, really.
She would always follow close to him, watching carefully, waiting for the right moment.
He would always be looking another way as if he couldn't see her.
In a way, she was the cat and he was the mouse— but that was in terms of love.
However, the true victim was the girl, who silently waited behind. As she was waiting, she never realized that she had walked into a trap of misfortune. He never noticed her. He had already set his eyes on another like him, and from there the cycle would continue. But she wouldn't change— no matter how much she wanted to, her heart wouldn't allow her to forget.
She was trapped by unrequited love... Because she was unfamiliar to the game of love, she was also ignorant to the rules of heartbreak: In love, the cat would always get the mouse. In heartbreak, curiosity would kill the cat.