I Just Want To Run Novels & Stories

I want to remember everything clearly. Why am I experiencing this kind of situation? I want to open my mouth but it won’t open, there’s no strength in my body anymore. I felt the coachman’s hand touch my face, what will happen to me now? He should run! He should value his life over a person like me. Run…Please…Run… He’s saying something again, but still, I can’t hear him. You should run… My body can’t move anymore, I can feel my body slowly losing its strength. As if someone’s sucking on my energy…

Mу brеаthіng gеtѕ out of control аnd I want tо scream. Thаt’ѕ іt. I switch іntо hіgh gear аnd sprint. I run lіkе I uѕеd to run. I run lіkе I dіd on Saturday. I run fоr mу lіfе.

Mу brеаthіng gеtѕ out of control аnd I want tо scream. Thаt’ѕ іt. I switch іntо hіgh gear аnd sprint. I run lіkе I uѕеd to run. I run lіkе I dіd on Saturday. I run fоr mу lіfе.

I run. It’s just who I am. Whenever things get tough, I bail. Every new situation I find myself in, I have an exit strategy. Because I know what could happen if I don’t. Things are about to get bad, and I don’t understand how or why. I’m in a new place, with no pre-existing connections. I’ve developed a life for myself where no one could suspect a thing out of the ordinary. I fit in - or at least try to. But here I am, ready to run.

What about… us? ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ I ran.

I want it too. I fucking want it.

I don't know if it is a bad thing or a good one. With shaky and weak legs I walk through into the restroom, "All I have to do is get the package and run off, I do not have any I tent

A pang of longing ripped through my chest. “I’m going for a run,” I said, switching directions. “Want company?” “No. Thank you.”

I only know one thing. This time I am not running. Neither are my children.

And why did I agree to go along with it? I shook my head, pushing the thoughts aside. No time for that now. I had a company to run, a daughter to raise, and a world to change. Just another Tuesday. My home gym called to me, and I answered. Forty-five minutes of punishing exercise later, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the sweat and, hopefully, some of the anxiety about this whole engagement fiasco.