It was snowing. I saw her standing there. I walked towards her. She walked away.
How did she know?
I needed to talk to her, to catch up with her, but the faster I ran, the further she got away.
I started to imagine music playing. It would push me on, and build, and build. I became addicted to the chase.
She would drop hints, scattering them to the wind. Was it to spur me on, or divert my attention? I did not waver.
A walk became a jog. A jog a run. A run a sprint.
The world became a blur. Trees and clouds whizzed by. I leapt over rocks and blazed through the snow.
The speed was exhilarating. Super Sonic.
She became a blurred figure, and I would catch her, I could catch her, but my attention wavered.
So I stumbled. I spun out of control. Face to the ground.
I picked myself up. Expected her to be gone. The chase was over.
But there she was just standing there. Looking away. Just out of reach.
So without a thought, I walked towards her, and she began to walk away.

Time flew by but the chase continued. I would get faster, closer(?), but I would always stumble, again and again and again.
…
One day it was snowing. I saw her standing there. I could catch her, but it felt like an age, and I was so tired.
Others can chase.
I walked away.
Thanks to IndieGames for the heads up.
