At The Finish Line

At The Finish Line

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Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. The girls whip around a corner, nearly taking out a wandering parent, who had enough common sense to swiftly hop out of the way. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Keeping an eye at the finish line, she hurtles forward, breaking away from the other competitor and eagerly pushing her body past its limits. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. A twitch. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. A slight falter. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. She keeps moving, never slowing down, for the fear of loss is taking over and the adrenaline kicks in. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. The spray painted line is soon behind her and the ringing in her ears gets louder, battling any thoughts she has. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Another twitch. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. She is walking now. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Another falter in her step. Breathe. Breathe. Breat-. Panic ensues around her, as her eyesight blurs over and everything she holds near and dear slips between her fingers.
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My heart begins to race. My lungs tighten as the walls seem to close in on me. Their staring eyes stab through my muscles as I turn stiff. Then I realize it. My mind and eyes looking for an escape. I want to run away. I want to leave. I suddenly feel trapped. For the first time, his blue eyes do not create that comfort mg heart yearned for all these years. They're the same icy coldness I saw in my father when he left. "I'm sorry. I...I can't." Run. Run just like he did to you. Break him just like he did to you. I should've known it's what I know best.

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