Marked by fate
Once or twice, Bastion diverted off the main trail to see if there was anything in the middle of their parallel routes, but couldn’t see anything.
“You really weren’t kidding,” Anton huffs as he stretches out in the car park. “That was seriously impressive.” I smile at him.
“Thanks. We’ve always trained hard, and running has always calmed my mind.”
Levi comes over, his hand scrubbing through his hair. “Well, Zoe, Bastion, I can’t say I enjoyed that run very much, but you guys sure are impressive.” He smiles gently as he looks at me. “Perhaps we can run again sometime soon, and you can teach me?” he asks, his eyes lighting up.
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