Run. To run is to forget, to leave everything behind. To lose yourself in the endless pattern of just placing one foot ahead of the other, of taking one more gasp of air.
Alex ran. He ran to forget his problems, to forget the fights and the fear. To escape the people controlling his life, to escape his own mistakes. Alex ran to protect, to protect his own life and the lives of a million faceless others. Alex ran, another step, another gasp, another foot away from the enemies and the pain they brought.
Alex had run many times, each for a different reason but with the same longing to escape. He ran everyday, away from the questions, away from the suspicious glances. Alex ran from the truth.
One day it wasn't enough. Alex couldn't run fast enough, far enough, long enough. One day he couldn't win the race. One day he lost, lost to himself, his memories, his fears. One day Alex lost to the bullet. One day Alex stopped running forever.