And that was it. Bastille Fanfic.

Chapter 19: Routine

You have nothing to live for. Thinking about it, Dan was your world. He was, is your best friend. He always will be, always.

You grew up together, saw eachother change. You saw eachother graduate, at Leeds university. You were there when Dan played his first gig, when he took part in the local talent contest. He saw you change from a reckless tomboy into a fine young woman. And you saw him turn from a shy, geeky looking boy to a irresistable, talented man.

Life goes by fast, it really does. Not as fast as you were running though.

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You finally come into your sences and stop running. It's getting dark now, as it is the winter months. You are in the middle of a high street, barely anybody's around. It's about 5pm. You walk past a pizza shop, and there is a big cardboard box. You need to sleep and you don't have a clue about where you are...

You sit in the box. It gives you a bit of protection, at least. It's stiff and boring, and awfully uncomfortable. But somehow you manage to get 14 hours of sleep, well deserved.

The next morning, 7 am to be exact, you start to walk. Your stomach rumbles, an obvious reminder of how hungry you are.

"Dammit..." you say out loud. Your purse is empty.

You walk around the streets, cold and hungry. That sick feeling is all over you now, down your toes and in your head. It's horrible. That evening, you sit outside a shop, starving and about to freeze.

Thoughts of Dan take your mind over and you break into tears. You can't stop...

Sadly, that was the routine for the next 3 months...