as i ran through the streets like a lunatic person. my eyes wandered around observing every surroundings.
my barefoot which is bleeding full with my legs that are wobbly with scars everywhere.
while my arms fulled with bruises are in the side of my body.
my lips and nose which is panting for air.
i ran as fast as i can, im used to this.
escaping from torture.
YOU ARE READING
stoplight; parkjimin
Short Story(written by pchyng, also known as aasterin.) "ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?" in which you met him in the street while running. [lowercase intended.]
