Novel & Cerita Andrés Muy Cansado De Correr

Caramel "Where the hell are you going to again?" I groaned, sat up on the bed. "I'm just tired and I want to go for a walk or jog around." He stretched his arms, settled into his sweat pants and placed a head phone around his neck. "So, if you're tired, is it a walk or a jog that'll not make you tired again?" I raised my eyebrow at him to express how dumb he sounded. "Well, I… er… well… I…" he stuttered, scratching the back of his head suspiciously.

His breaths were ragged, his hands trembling but he didn’t stop running. After a long run, Arden finally collapsed near an abandoned street corner. His chest heaved violently as he hugged his knees, gasping for breath. Sweat clung to his skin, his clothes stuck to him, and his legs trembled from the sprint. Only then did he realize how far he had come from the house. The night was silent here, with only the faint glow of a flickering street lamp overhead. Arden buried his face in his arms. His body shook—not just from the run, but from the storm inside him.

And Adrian lied to me. I ran and ran until I couldn't feel my legs anymore, then I sat on the bare floor to catch my breath. *****

Kira Coffee. I’ve been up since just after 5am. I went for another hard run, even after yesterday afternoon’s half marathon. I’m sore, and my head slightly hurts. But with tired muscles, I fall asleep at night without the itch. Running keeps my mind at ease and the booze at bay. And it seems to be working, despite the three pairs of sneakers I’ve already worn out.

So fucking close. But one accident ruined it all. That dream of mine was stolen from me. And now, it would always remain just that. A dream. It always hit harder after a long, hard run. Andrei made me train especially hard today. He knew that I took it easy when I wasn't at the palace, and this was his way of getting me to make up for it. I could barely finish one mile and my leg started aching. It made me feel pathetic. Haunted brown eyes stared back at me. What the hell have you done to yourself?

He said, still in a kneeling position. “Run?I don't do running”, I said nervously as I walked towards the bed, he pouts, with his hands folded on his cheek as he twirled them around like a five year old faking a cry, I couldn’t help but notice have good looking he really is, the Lopez do have a thing for good look. “ not so sure I would like running, I am pretty much tired” “ Really ?, i wouldn't have guessed, you know you are so beautiful you look like a supermodel” he said, leaning on a bean bag, close to the bed.

I am so utterly screwed beyond recognition. Nonetheless, I run. I run like my life depends on it because really, it might actually be the case. After what seemed like minutes of running, I looked around and saw nothing but the exact same thing everywhere I turned. What the hell? Is this just an endless maze of tall trees in darkness? Fuck! I can’t breathe anymore! When you’ve been starved and are close to just becoming skin and bones, you’re certainly not made for running. Or any other physical activity for that matter.

"I will" And we started jogging in a slow pace. Toward the other direction which was clouded with haze. Maria was the one taking it that serious. I was only walking. I feel weird running in a dress. Like how can someone do that? "Move your body with strength" A panting Maria uttered stopping to catch her breath. She was only jogging. Just imagine how she'd turn out if she was running instead. "I don't have that strength. I've not eaten. I don't want to pass out. My wolf can't take it" She rolled her eyes in return.

Conrad greeted back. “You’re up early…” Alfred said worriedly knowing that something is bothering Conrad. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep after waking up in the middle of the night…” He said anxiously while scratching the back of his head. “You’re going out for a run?” He asked noticing his athletic clothing. “Well, since you’re up early, you want to join me for a run?” Alfred asked. “Nah, I’m good.” Conrad declined. “I’m also not that athletic as well, so I might just get left behind…” He said.

I run from everything. But I'm done running.