She was walking.
Her head held down.
Her shoulders narrow.
Hugging her jacket tightly.
Hoping it would keep her demons at bay.
She was now running.
No direction.
Away from him.
But still wanting to be close.
She stopped.
She turned around.
He smiled.
He hugged her.
She knew he would leave again.
Rushing.
Not stopping.
Not even for her.
He was rushing after lost things.
YOU ARE READING
crushing her
Short Story›a young love lost in the night‹ ✹she who's only friend is the moon.✹ ✹he who's rushing 'till the end.✹
