His Game

Whatever this is, it is not about winning or losing. 

Since they did it all together...

It is about the one whom she cares about for a long period of time, and out of nowhere he just gone, along with the wind blows. She is still guessing what they had months ago, still trying to finish the puzzle that he gave, still wandering in the maze where he left, still standing quietly at the same place wondering what is going on with them. 

Somehow, and sometimes she needs his affection. Yet she does not want him to pity her, because of what she has done to him. Since she has been supporting him silently throughout the years. Yes, she will not be surprised if he actually realizes what she did these whole time, thinking what she could do to make stuffs reassembled. Yet he still ignores her like she is a clear window glass, abandons her, and ditches her like a trash. 

"Does leaving me dumbfounded satisfy his ego and his pride?" she mumbled.

"Does it make him feel that he is winning his game?" she said, with both teary eyes.

He forgot one thing. That she knows how to play. That she is not afraid about losing. Yet, she does not want to win this too.