땀 Sweat ››› p.jm √

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i was running on the treadmill like always.

tired

resless

drained

but that didn't stop me.

i ran faster and faster

it felt like the machine was about to break.

i thought about all the bullying i endured.
how painfull it was to just stand there as they took away my sanity.

"oh hey calm down."

i heard a voice from behind and i decided to stop the machine.

"what do you want?"

it was a guy.

a tall guy.

a quite handsome guy to the point some of the girls in the gym stared at him.

he was sweating as much as i was.

he must be new in this gym cause i haven't seen him around.

"you look like you're about to destroy the machine."

i decided to sit down on a chair to rest.

breath after breath

the feeling of my chest expanding before it would de-escalate

i panted.

thoughts of the bullying surrounded me.

'fat bitch'

'did you eat an entire buffet?'

'ugly piece of shit'

"are you okay?"

i got startled when the guy came near again.

"i'm fine just get away from me."

i decided to stand up and push him.

ever since i was in high school no guy ever wanted to date me.

it changed when i started working out.

guys would line up to go on a date with me.

but i knew better than fall for their trap.

i decided that it was time i head home.

i grabbed my bag and headed to the door.

i was compelled to look back so i did.

i saw the guy again.

he was looking at me and he smiled.

something in his smile made me forget about my past for a second.

just for a second.

he made me feel as if i was worth something.

i decided to brush it off.

as i walked out of the door I breathed in and out

beads of sweat fell like the petals of a flower.

i thought about his smile.

it seemed to make me feel safe.

it made me feel as if the bullying never happened.

it made me feel different.