Without You
I don’t know why I’m running. Today, it’s 2013. Sarah had long gone left the apartment. Somebody named Jess is now occupying her old room, the pink striped pattern wallpapers were already stripped down and changed into navy blue ones. It almost felt as if she had never stayed there. No trace of her. That was a month ago. This time, I’m running not because I’m chasing her. I don’t know why I’m running… It’s even raining and it makes me feel stupid. Splashes of mud and water stick on my ankles and on the back of my legs. I look through the blurring vision, rainwater and tears filling my eyes. It’s confusing but I feel my heart constricting. Out of pain. About something. I still don’t know what it is. I run past through the park’s fountain, past the museum. Passed the university and the fa
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