A Prisoner

"Let's play a game." He said. Smiled.

I looked at him, wondering what kind of game he wanted me to play. "What game?" I answered him. His smile widens from his left ear all the way reaching his right ear. I can tell that he was very much excited to play this game, all were shown in his eyes.

"Catch me if you can. That's the game." He said. "I will run and you have to catch me. If you can, then you win."

It took me a minute to digest his offer before I finally said, "What's the rule?"

He shook his head, "There's no rule."

"Seriously?" I asked again. 

He nodded. "The game will be over once you win. So you better catch me quickly if you want to win and end this game.". He held out his hand, "You in?"

I stared at it for a few seconds, and honestly, I didn't quite understand why my hand chose to shook his hand. Maybe because of the slightest thought that I could win came to the surface of my brain. And then my mouth opened, spitting out the words I will later regret, "I'm in."

"Let the game begins!" He said.

Little did I know, he ran and he turned himself into the wind and I was the hand hopelessly trying to captivate him between my fingers. I never won, not even once. This was his plan all along, trapped me into thinking that I could ever catch him, but how could I? Nobody could ever place a wind inside their hands without having it slipped right through.

I was, and forever will be, a prisoner. Held hostage in this never-ending game played so carefully and so crafty by a man who tricked me into believing that I could win. Instead, I was already lost the minute he asked me to play.