The Chain

He reveled in the power he had on her. It gave him a high to know that she couldn't walk away. He definitely did have her on a short leash. But he forgot that a leash is nothing but a rope with a noose on both the ends. That secret was safe in the sad smiles she smiled sometimes. Almost as if smiling at a faraway memory that still hasn't come to be. The ones that made him feel vulnerable- even if just for a moment, even if he wouldn't admit it.
And then- he didn't know why he was walking around with the leash, the loose end dragging behind his feet. Leaving a trail in the dust- the only physical evidence of the scars he felt.