7:30 am
Ah yes, the birds chirping, sun shining and bright…grey…skies. Sounds about right. I pulled my hood up and started with some high knees. This particular morning, I don’t feel up for the 2-hour, existential crisis run. You know, that point of your run, where you just kind of lose your sense of reality and you just stare straight ahead and hope you just run straight into another dimension. No? Just me.
Fair enough.
Anyway, I just planned to go for 1 hour today, get back home, take a shower and head to work. The usual.
A normal day, right? Nothing new. I think…
I guess within that 1 hour, a lot can happen.
Like, I don’t know, maybe the most cliché unfortunate events that can possibly take place. You know, the running straight into a really cute guy who just happens to be really kind and helps you up. Exactly the unwanted thing that happened to happen. Then again, I don’t know what my clumsy ass was expecting when I'm running but looking down and not where you have to go!
“Woah, I’m so sorry,” that voice, why does it sound familiar? Removing my hand from my head that was throbbing (I’m pretty sure this man has fucking steal as a chest), I slowly looked up and grabbed his helping hand and for a split moment I got really light headed, I’m pretty sure it’s still the hit I took. I had to close my eyes and blink a few times before I could properly look at him.
Finally, I was able to look at him, in his eyes. It was painful, it was scary. I can’t see the color of his eyes but I can, I can’t see the color of his hair, but I can. I kept getting really painful pains in my head, my breath was getting raspy and sharp, I had to remain calm. Looking away, subtly I calmly replied: “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You look really pale, are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s okay,” I looked at him for a split second, nodded and took off on my run again. This time, I think it was running from fear. I felt sick to my stomach and had to slow my run. Thankfully, I ended up near my car…coincidence, I swear.
I dragged my way to the car and fondled with the keys until I was able to plop down onto my satin covered seats. My breath was still jagged from the running but I felt wrong. I felt like my soul was taken from my body and beaten and then placed back.
What the fuck? What was this pain? I’ve never felt that pain before.
I know him. I think, at least. He seems familiar, like I know him, from somewhere. But…where?
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The Color of Blood is Red
ActionOnce upon a time...I was color blind. No, it wasn't forever, it wasn't life-changing. Like many, I was born with it. It never bothered me. I always thought it was just the way the world was seen by many. Black and white was all I knew and I never h...
