LAURA
Running.
Between work and my personal life, it wasn't something that I had the chance to do alot. Frankly, it wasn't something that I enjoyed doing. I only did it when I was super stressed and needed to clear my head.
But considering that I hadn't done it in a very long time...well, it explained why I was panting for air just thirty minutes into the run.
Slowing to a stop, I leaned against the wall of a tall building, doubling over and bracing my hands on my knees as I struggled to catch my breath. When I heard the sounds of footsteps fast approaching, I straightened and plastered on a fake smile as though I gave a f**k whoever this person was.
As if I wasn't seconds away from crumbling to the ground in a heap of sweat and messy thoughts.
The owner of the footstep
