Thursday, 16 April 2015

I stood up.
“I just need to get out and vent, clear my head.”
She didn’t move, still sitting, head resting on her hand, the other one over her lap.
– “It’s okay to be scared. Do you think I’m not scared?”
– “Don’t you ever get tired of this? Tired of me?”
– “Sometimes I feel like giving up, to be honest. I feel so drained I want to run away. I feel like running through the streets with no destination in mind, in hopes that someone can find me.”
– “Why don’t you do it then?”
– “Because I always hope that the person who finds me is you.”

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