Heart Racing

The cheering was deafening as he made his way towards his car. Hands and legs swiftly entered, his body way too accustomed to the routine. He felt a final pat on his shoulder before he was finally left alone. Only the sound of the vehicle roaring to run and his deep breathing accompanied him. It would be impossible not to let his mind stir with useless thoughts and images. However, nothing was impossible for Shadow. He cleared his head, hands stayed softly on the wheel, legs lay lifeless before the peddles.

The moment was his. Just like any other day.

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