Concupiscence
Lighting arched through the sky as the man slumped gasping against the tree trunk. He had been running most of the day, and he knew that somewhere behind those clouds, the sun was sinking.
It meant that he was going to die.
Not that he minded, really. Recently life had begun to pretty much suck – school was rough, his girlfriend had dumped him for some stupid jock and his mom had begun to date this guy that was the ultimate in stupid. He had needed to get out. He wanted away from his friends laughing smirks and his mom's desperate eyes. To get away from all the crap that was dragging him down. So he grabbed his Ipod and headed down to Millans lake just to chill and maybe take a few drags on the joint he had nicked from his ol' pal Patrick's locker.
He had found a cool place on the far shore and settled down to relax when he'd heard a noise just to his right. He looked up and his whole life changed.
He fell insanely, hopelessly in love.
The darkness began to move behind him and he lurched away from the tree, stumbling through the undergrowth, pushing himself harder and harder. He was going to run, run until his lungs burnt or his heart burst.
He was going to run because that's what she had wanted.
He was going to run and she was going to kill him.
He would do anything for her.
Anything.