Stars

Connor switched off the lamp on his table and leaned back on his chair, he hadn't been there for long and yet was exhausted. He had been feeling that way for a few days now. He got up, took the glass of scotch in his hands and headed out in the balcony.

 As he took a sip of his drink he gazed out on the fields of his estate. Life hadn't exactly been lucky for him or even the slightest in his favour in most situations, yet he somehow managed to get this far. He worked his way up here, shined when it mattered and kept on going and going no matter what life threw at him.

 All of this was a good enough explanation for him as to how he managed to end up living in a mansion, owning cars that are capable of turning heads even in the busy streets of New York and having more money than he knew what to do with. The only question he couldn't find the answer to was is why was that beautiful lady on his bed still sticking around with him. She knew him more or less completely, more than most people who have been in his life longer than her at-least . She knew all of his weird likes, dislikes, habits, history and was still around. All of the reasons that he had come up with like money and connections in the business world had been ruled out by now, there was no way he would ever be able to wrap his head around the fact that she may just like him for who he was. "Must be a nutcase" he said to himself with a smile, it was the only thing that made sense. He finished the rest of his scotch and headed back in. 

It was half past two in the night, and he decided to go for a walk in his park owing to his new friend insomnia. "To the wall and back" he said to himself as he headed out, the grass was short and the whole area had ample lights the sky was clear, no stars, no moon, nothing. He walked on and on for a while but the huge marble wall at the end of his house hadn't come yet. Connor started walking faster as beads sweat formed on his face. The wall wasn't getting bigger as it should have because he was walking towards it. It kept getting smaller and smaller as he walked faster.

 He started running now, running fast in-order to get to that wall but that didn't seem to be happening, sprinting, moving his feet as fast as he could but nothing seemed to be changing at all. This frustrated him, he was annoyed, confused and maybe even slightly worried. He had no idea how long had he been running this fast and how long could he keep it up. He closed his eyes faced down gave out an angered scream and then opened his eyes again. Still running, he couldn't seem to stop, he wasn't tired at all. the things around him had started to change. The grass was upto his knees he felt sticks and stones under his feet all the lights around him had disappeared the sky was filled with stars. He tried to stop running changing his direction but none of that seemed to happen. He wasn't in his manor anymore, he was somewhere else, he could feel it, he was either too lost or not lost enough. But he had to keep going, not because he wanted to , not because there wasn't any other choice because he wanted to make it to the end. The sticks and stone started to hurt. He was wearing shoes but that didn't change anything. His feet started to bleed but sticks and stones couldn't leave scars as long as he was under the stars. 

He sped up, enduring all the pain he wanted to make it back for his cars. He wanted to sit in the comfortable seats, feel the power and listen to the sound of the engine when he put down his right foot. He ran and he ran, picked up two stones, rubbed them together but there were no sparks no fire no light. The fire in him was his only light. He ran faster, his feet bled more the grass grew a little taller the movement of grass because of his running was the only sound in the night. 

He wanted to make it back for his house now, not the cars anymore. His house, the one that he had dreamed of and personally designed every inch of it. He missed the beds, couches TVs his closet everything. it started raining, making it hard for him to run in the moist soil. He could feel his feet burn as the mud and water went inside his shoes and came in contact with his bleeding wounds. He sticked out if tongue in the rain. easing his pain a little but not enough, what a child's game he thought to himself. He sped up, his feet moving with the beat of his heart. The grass was upto his hips but he didn't stop. Looking for clear a path, he screamed with his mouth wide open cause he was tired of all this not physically but mentally. Time passed but things didn't seem to change much. He took a deep breath and for one last time gave it his all. He ran faster than he had before so fast that his feet didn't even seem to be under his own control. He wasn't running for his cars now, not his house, not his money, not his fame He was running for that girl in his house. The only unexplained thing in his life, someone like her who was in the life of someone like him. 

He kept on running, the grass became shorter and shorter, the stick and stones in his way reduced. The wall came back in his vision again and started to get bigger. as he came closer and closer. The lights started to come back. He saw the wall, and someone was standing in-front of the wall he couldn't see clearly but he kept on going. His vision started to get blurry, he was gasping for breath. But the wall was closer than ever now, he couldn't stop. Connor came down on his knees, he found it impossible to go on there was no way he could make it now, his heart was beating too fast, he could feel it in his entire body, he had lost a lot of blood. The figure near the wall became clearer, it was the girl he loved, his final and only motivation to reach that wall. He was barely crawling and dragging himself on the ground, just when he felt he couldn't go on any longer, she approached him, Connor smiled, she bent down ran her hand through his hair and said, "How'd you like the scotch honey". "What" the last word Connor muttered after painful exerting his lungs as he collapsed and lay dead on the ground, barely 700m from his manor.