Beckah and Sam. They were both bored and looking for some excitement.
They decided to play a game called love.

The game had simple rules: they would pretend to be interested in each other, but not too much. They would flirt, but never commit. They would text, but not first. They would call, not too often,though. They would date, but not exclusively. They would kiss, but not cuddle. They would have sex, never make love.

They thought the game was fun and easy. They enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the challenge of the tease, the rush of the lust. They felt smart and cool and free.

Like any other game,it had its downside: they would get jealous, but not admit it. They would get hurt, but not show it. They would get attached, but not say it. They would get lonely, but not seek it. They would get bored, but not end it. They would get restless, but not change it.

They thought the game was harmless and casual. They ignored the signs of the pain, the cracks of the trust, the scars of the heart. They felt numb and cold and empty.

The game had inevitable consequences: they would cheat, but not confess. They would lie, but not apologize. They would fight, but not resolve. They would break up, but not move on.

And begin another round.
It was just a game after all. No hard feelings.