Sia fitted in her white yoga pants and sports bra. She put on her earbuds and held her phone in her hands as she connected a music.
She’s been doing her road work for a while now and she’s just a few blocks away from the gym house.
You could see her thighs constricting, her butt bouncing as she ran. She tied her hair in a lose bun but some strands already fell off and matted her dampened forehead and sweaty skin of her back.
It itches her but she'd rather reach the gym house than stop to gather her hair together.
The music in her ears blears that she could hardly hear someone calling her. Ever since Silas visited her and spewed his cringe-worthy words, Sia has never been able to expunge it from her mind.
The things she passed through in his hands years ago slowly filled her visio
