"Only the guilty run. And only those that Run are chased."
I freeze. My eyes widen and I tense.
He doesn't look up from what he's doing as he says that. There's no indication he cares whether or not I listen. No indication he's talking to me.
But I know he is.
I'm the only other person in the room.
And I'm guilty.
And he knows.
I stop breathing. My heartrate picks up.
He knows.
He knows.
But how?
Not important.
He knows.
The sound of bedsheets moving brought me out of my spiral, my focus on him.
He had sat up on his bed. He was looking at me, square in the eyes. I saw no judgement in those eyes, no blame.
His gaze seemed to say: 'I don't blame you.'
I almost missed his next words.
"Don't run if you're not being chased."
A pause. Just to make sure I'm listening. His eyes never left mine though.
"Because the chase only starts when you start running."
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General FictionSoo, I had a random moment of inspiration and wrote this, had no idea what to do with it though. I really like it though so instead of letting it be forgotten in my notebook I decided to upload it here. While eating I up and remembered a quote from...
