Vincent pov
The knot in my stomach tightened with every step she took away from me. The track stretched out before me, a silent witness to the turmoil raging within. I had to do something, anything, to silence the storm of emotions threatening to consume me.
Without a second thought, I pushed myself off the fence, my feet pounding against the track as I took off in a sprint. The rhythm of my pounding heart matched the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground, each step a desperate attempt to outrun the chaos inside.
I ran, faster and harder, the wind whipping against my face, carrying away shreds of frustration, anger, and regret. Each stride felt like a battle against the weight of our broken friendship, a race against the haunting memories that clung to me like a shadow.
With every lap, I tried to leave behind the tangled mess of emotions that knotted my insides. But the harder I ran, the more the memories flooded back—Amara's laughter, the shared jokes, and the comforting familiarity of our bond that had now unraveled.
My pace quickened, fueled by the frustration of my own inability to mend what I'd broken. Sweat dripped down my forehead, mingling with the effort of pushing myself beyond my limits, as if trying to outrun the regrets that clung to me like a relentless shadow.
The track blurred around me, my mind consumed by the desire to erase the hurt in Amara's eyes, to turn back time and rewrite the moments that tore us apart. But the track remained the same, endless loops mirroring the endless loop of our fractured relationship.
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As I sprinted, a whirlwind of emotions consumed me. Each step echoed the chaos within. But the world around me spun, a dizzying swirl threatening to swallow me whole.
Vision blurred, and darkness encroached upon my consciousness. Memories of pain, unresolved emotions, and hidden affection for Amara clashed in my mind, overwhelming my senses.
With an abrupt surge of weakness, my body succumbed, collapsing onto the track, lost in the turmoil that held me captive.
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Amara rushed to my side, concern etched on her face. As she knelt beside me, her eyes widened at the sight of my uncovered forearms, revealing the hidden scars concealed beneath my sleeves. Confusion etched lines on her brow as she registered the marks she hadn't noticed before.
"Vincent, what—?" Her voice faltered, a mix of shock and puzzlement as she traced the faded scars with her fingers. The revelation left her bewildered, her mind grappling with questions she didn't dare voice.
Struggling against the encroaching darkness, I sensed her touch but couldn't respond. Her confusion resonated faintly in my fading awareness, leaving me ensnared in the silent struggle I couldn't unveil.
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His pov 😜
It was way more fun writing this. I mean I took me a while but im happy with the ending.
