He felt his heart rate increasing, he was gasping for air but he didn't stop. He kept running but this time he wasn't running away. He was running towards the problems and facing them. He felt his stomach sinking and rising with every breath. He felt as if his lungs would collapse from the heavy breathing.
He didn't mind though, he embraced it, fondling every second of it because, for the first time in his life, he wasn't running away, he wasn't being the coward he always was. He wasn't afraid. As he gets closer to his problem he leaps towards it and falls, he screams, waving his arms by his side and kicking his feet.
He grasps for air waking up on his bed and his feet were moving beneath him. He laughs at himself, of course, it was a dream, he could never face his problems, he was still the same coward he always had been.
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A short story
Cerita PendekFleeting moments captured into short stories, isn't that what everyone is? A short story.
