Nostalgia. What a wonderful thing. Being reminded of your childhood, a time where things were happier. Anything could trigger it. A specific breeze or smell, a place, even food. It's quite a bittersweet thing, nostalgia. Most people crave it, they chase it down trying to bask in the feelings and memories. Others shun it. Run, hide from the despicable thing, why remember something that's long gone. Something that will never happen again.
In this case, a person ran from this feeling. Ran, ran and ran until they could not take it any longer. They ran until their legs gave out. And they fell. Fell further and further until eventually. They stopped. It was over. They needn't run any longer.
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Random writings
Randomthese are just random short writings from my creative writing club hope you like them :D
