Every single. Fucking time.
Sure they'll claim hacks. That I can't possibly be that good. A mix of skill and luck but, can I still call hacks this time?
A game is easy, the way to a heart is harder. A heart that I was sure was too salty for me to claim. I mean I did cause a bit of it after all. Somethings we will never talk about, things that I swear was out of my control, others well…perhaps I was playing along.
I was trying to get his attention and in the end I did. I won it, I won him over. If only for tonight. In the morning light he may come to his senses, his salt returning and again he'll claim that it was only hacks that got me here. And as I trace over his tattoo in the dim moonlight I let my mind wonder to where we could be, what we could have.
Some fans would rejoice in amazement and squeals but, others won't understand. He belongs to another…and was never mine to start with. Again my fingertips trace over his Zelda tattoo, around and around in a delicate dance as if it will keep the hours from passing by.
A soft meow brings my focus away. When my eyes met Ophelia's I know my time is up. Just one more hack, one more thing before I leave. Him none the wiser, a secret only to shared between I and the cute kitten before me.
Every single fucking time, I win. But what's the point of winning this time if I can't keep what I earned?