To be continued? Continued

He ran and ran and ran until his lungs were burning and his legs starting to give out.


He should have stayed and said all the things he wanted to, but he was too scared. Looking back now, it didn't look so difficult.


Nothing was more painful than the look she wore on her face. Running backwards and watching her mouth open and the tears starting to fall.

There was no way he could mend this now.

She had said she was broken, but this, this might have been the final straw, he tought.

The damage was done.


But he just couldn't go back and face it.


So he ran some more.