Get out!

It was Monday at last, a sunny and busy day that promised success and a happy ending.

Alvin was at the fitness side of his company. He was doing the gym with headphones on his ears.

It was one of the private facilities in the building, allowed to only him and sometimes to assistant CEO Victor.

Alvin's face was filled with sweat as he worked out his hatred against life. The headphone was blasting his ears with loud pop songs and he was starting to feel out of the world again.

The threadmill was at it's fastness, and Alvin kept going even though he was starting to get tired. His thoughts went back to the green-eyed girl once again, and he was soon starting to regret never asking her for her name. But she seemed to be familiar with that place where she saved him—so he might be lucky enough to see her again if he goes back there.

As Alvin was contemplating it, he soon losed concentration and ended up slipping off the threadmill. He landed on his back on the floor, his arm and legs