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The chase was so fun the chase was so so so fun running running relentlessly hunting down tracking closing in on him—one day you’ll catch him one day you’ll get him, and it seems to almost be “one day,” yes, it’s almost here it’s almost time you’ve almost got him!
Exhilarating and invigorating like being born anew as furious claws reach out to try and take him down agape jaws full of fangs of nothing but burning desire snapped just barely missed him—
Closer and closer and closer you’re nearly there growling and snarling and hissing and biting digging into air—
You will have him you will get him you will consume him you will have your way you will you will—
Lunging and tumbling through the air and ground your teeth find a surface to anchor into sinking deeper and deeper your claws slice through fragile fabric skin it’s all so overwhelming you feel ecstatic you feel great!
Ripping into tearing into digging in enjoying biting enjoying enjoying enjoying shredding to pieces little bits and littler bits leaving pieces strewn out feeling the warmth spread everywhere peeling back the layers revealing what’s inside blinded by joy obsession happiness lust desire ecstasy so so pleased so so good so good bite pull back rip rip rip further further further coming to solid pieces bite down bite down bite down crack they break pull back below you pulses the delicate insides—
Gentle grip gently wrap and ravage everything destroy everything in a storm of love rage fury passion take the sides and pull pull pull widen the opening take out everything rip out everything bite tear rip bite bite bite bite bite—
But that struggle the struggle you can feel the force that writhes in agony and fights back, it stops.
Stops?
Shaking it a little prodding poking touching searching for a reaction and yet—
Nothing to be found.
Confusion so much confusion with this sudden sinking feeling; you succeeded at your hunt, but it feels bad? Feels terrible and eats away at you eats at your mind eats eats eats—
You ruined the object of your obsession.
There is no grief no sadness only a slight regret wish to have done things differently it still stings it still may as well be grief it still hurts; you can’t have what you want now that you’ve gone and torn it apart but knowing this only upsets you more and more.
Pawing clawing at the remains you witness your own work in more detail; savagely ripped apart in frenzied frenzied love but that was it! It was all from a place of love and desire, how could it end like this? How could it end so poorly?
It’s torn apart now and you can’t fix it, you can’t have things the way you wanted.
Others will hate you but that is the least of your concerns. All you care about is all you cared about is gone now and the fault is entirely your own.
Whining, making noises, it won’t fix anything. It’s all broken beyond repair.