My breathing is heavy. My feet hit the wet running track. I'm running so fast , like my life depends on it . I'm at my limit and completely out of breath but I keep going. Just one more lap. It starts raining again but that's something that never bothered me , actually it helps. The cold rain drops on my boiling hot and sweaty skin. As I see the end of the lap I take everything I have left in me and sprint as fast as I can. ________________________ Ella and Tate. So similar but yet so different. Bound to have a tragic love story. INCLUDES MATURE CONTENT. READ AT UR OWN RISK.