Short Stories and Poems

Run with me

I don't know how long we had been running. My lungs felt like I had breathed in 1000 burning hot coals. I don't know how we had ran this long, I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I wouldn't know if I had any if it wasn't for the sound of my footsteps crunching the leaves that were lightly coated in fresh snow. My lover told me to keep running. He looked back at me, his face was red. His chest rose and fell as much as mine did. His grip tightened around my hand as he somehow ran faster. My other hand had been holding on to my dress so it didn't get caught in any of the branches or twigs on our path. He finally stopped and grabbed the end of my dress. With some of the remaining strength he had left, he ripped off enough of my dress so it would drag on the floor of the forest but keep me warm from the winter forming around us. We hadn't even stopped for a minute until we started running again. I didn't have enough breath or energy to ask where we were going. I don't know how he kept running. I couldn't do it anymore. I collapsed. I had admitted defeat. My lover begged me to get up and to keep running. I didn't even have the ability to shake my head to respond. It was then he grabbed me. He picked me up bridal style and started to run. He told me that he wasn't going to let me die in there god forsaken woods. He said that it would only be a little longer until we shelter. Warm fire. Hot food. A bed to rest on. I didn't make it to see that heaven he spoke of. But I hope to the gods he did.