Poisoning His Body
He's chasing her. Feet pounding the pavement. Breathing shallow. Beads of sweat lining his forehead.
The adrenaline is pumping through him like a drug poisoning his body. It's intoxicating and though he can't figure out for the life of him why, he loves it. He loves every minute of it.
He can see her figure, small and weak, in front of him. She's slowly breaking down, losing her speed, growing closer to him. He feels like all it would take to get a hold of her would be to reach out a hand. She'd be his.
He does just that – he reaches out – and for a moment he does in fact have her. She belongs to him and nothing else in the world exists. It is just the two of them. It is perfect.
One thing he's learned on the job though is that good things don't last. He should have expected that this perfect thing would never last.
He twists her arm without thinking.
She breaks free. She runs.
He is tired and so when he takes up the chase again, she is already too far ahead. He jogs, saves his energy and when she thinks she's safe from him, he puts every little bit of that energy into catching her again.
That's when he realises it.
You always hurt the ones you love.