She doesn't like games.
She doesn't participate in competitions because she's afraid she'll shatter their charts.
She knows her worth.
She did until she met him, her only worthy opponent.
Before him, she promised herself she wouldn't let her guard down.
His charm issued a blow so hard that her heart rejected its imprisonment in her chest and leapt into his as if all it needed was a cell mate.
She doesn't remember letting her guard down or allowing herself to fall for him.
Before she could notice, her heart had already made it's move.
His next move issued yet another blow. A different kind.
His first move was only a distraction to gain an advantage over her.
He now owned all of her pieces and she watched her own heart shatter in his reflection.
Love, a game she lost before agreeing to play.
