They were becoming faster, or he was becoming slower. He couldn’t let this happen, not this early! He kept running, as fast as he possibly could. His lungs would surely burst, if not his heart. But they didn’t. And he kept running.

And they kept becoming faster. He had to get there. He had to get to her. The very thought of her sped him up. He could hear them getting farther and farther away. He ducked into a building and into a room hidden from view by a desk. He stood and collapsed on a small twin size bed. He could hear footsteps and turned on his stomach in hopes to muffle the pounding in his chest.

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