Jason’s POV
The sound of my shoes hitting the pavement filled the air as I ran down the trail, the crisp morning air cool against my skin. Running always helped clear my head, helped me think. But today, no matter how far I went, my mind wouldn’t settle.
The past few weeks had been too much… too close, too dangerous. But that wasn’t all that surprising these days. It was something that had started for a while now.
“Not even, not enough, not enough love…” I heard on the stereo coming from someone’s house and I wondered who was playing that music that loud on a very quiet morning like this.
It was a cold one and most people always love to spend it indoors, with their loved ones and a hot cup of cocoa or something in hand, and their heads on blossom.
Mine was at home, still a bit sic
