A/N: What Diana says about not eating is not good, nor healthy. Ily if you need to talk, I'm here.
Stay safe.
When I run, my feet strike the ground in a pattern, rolling from heel to toe with each step.
My thighs contract and extend, propelling me forward every time with a powerful push. My hips rotate just a bit, helping to maintain my balance.
My core stays engaged, stabilizing my torso and keeping my posture upright, my arms swing in opposition to my legs, elbows bent, hands relaxed, aiding in momentum.
My shoulders remain loose but steady, allowing my upper body to move fluidly. My lungs expand and contract rhythmically, fueling my muscles with oxygen.
Each part of my body works in harmony, creating a seamless and efficient motion.
As if I'm effortlessly floating.
It's the exact same feeling I get every time I ice skate or run.
It's the first thing that plops up in my mind when I do it or it just stays there always unconscious; I constantly create this bubble around me.
Though someone is popping the bubble with his breathing and stomps of an elephant on the ground, till they came to a sudden stop.
"Lunch break." Is the first thing he said after we left the Glade.
Yeah, can't believe I'm saying that Klank either.
Fortunately, or more unfortunately Fry gave us two lunch bundles before we left.
"Can't we first reach Section 7 and after that eat lunch," I laughed on the next thought. "Or do you need a break?"
"I don't need one but we need to eat," He motions to me while he leaned against one of the dust-covered walls searching for his food in his backpack. "We can't just run the whole day without having any energy in our body, as a medic-freak I thought you knew. And if you happen to notice Section 7 is closed today."
"We can still look for signs, as I told you before, and I'm not a medic-freak."
"Okay, so when that girl came up and you spilled all that knowledge, that was just normal daily activity? Admit it, you are one."
"That's finching general knowledge, Stick." I slid down the opposite wall, taking my lunch out.
I thought it was just going to be a sandwich or something I could easily take a few bites off and let the rest vanish in my backpack, to look like I 'ate' it. But no, Fry made me rice with chicken and a sauce which smells delicious probably out of tomatoes and a few zucchini pieces cooked in there.
And a... note? Something with very bad handwriting scribbled on it; At least eat lunch!
"Wow, look like someone's getting extra special treatment. You got a love letter too? I'm lucky if Fry even gives me something made from the same day." Minho scoffed.
That's when I noticed Minho really just had a sandwich like I was expecting my lunch also to be.
"Not my fault he gave me this." I crumpled the piece of paper in my hand before letting the lunch slip back into my bag.
How did Fry know I didn't eat my breakfast?
"You're not going to eat it?"
"Not hungry, full from breakfast," I lied, already regretting the next thing I'm about to say. "You want it?"
"You're full...? I mean if you don't want it..." he said unsure.
"Just take it." I stood up, grabbing the lunch again out of my bag and hand it to him.
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