[A/N: Late again, because YES. Got super duper busy with speech choir and forgot about this. But good news, here it is and we won the Speech choir competition between grade-sections! yeepee!]
I could not see a thing. Exhausted. No idea where I was heading. That is what I felt right now. It was as if I was running in circles. I may not be able to see who or what was after me but I felt the urge to run. Run for what it was worth. And then suddenly there was light. Blinding light. And adrenaline made me run harder - faster. Sweat dripping, heart pounding, breath chasing. It was a sickening kind of feeling, this one.
I felt like I was running on hours on end, knees turning jelly. The more I ran, the brighter the light becomes. All the more reason to run away from it. And then I stumbled, and I scrambled away, the light blinding me. I hate this. And then I stumbled again, could this get any worse?
But I guess not. The path suddenly becomes clear, the light behind me beacons the way. But even if I could see, it's like puzzle I could not piece together, something I could not lay a finger on. Still, I kept running. And then the light behind me was gone. Now I'm back to square one.
I can't decide which was better. Running in the dark, not knowing where you are going or running with a light, seeing everything. Everything meaning nothing.
And then suddenly all I could see was a pair of hazel brown eyes. Those orbs I'd recognize anywhere, I suddenly realized.
Then I materialized at the middle of road. A speeding truck on it's way. It's too late now...
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A|N:
This chapter is dedicated to @Joanna_is_Awesomer because of her many comments that Leyla and I thought was cute; and we are thankful.
Next episode will take longer because yes, a lot more of school work but we looking for free time to work on this. :)
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