AN: I haven't written a thing in over two years now, and it's been longer since I have submitted onto here. I'm not sure if I will return to my old stories and writings, but tonight I wanted to remember how it felt. Enjoy.
Running, pounding. His feet were aching in his boots as he ran. His muscles ached and screamed for him to breath, the rest, to stop.
Falling, heat, pain. The explosion behind him propelled him forwards, his arms waving in an attempt to find a grip. The tails of his long brown coat wrapped themselves around his feet as his body hit the ground.
Pain, gasping, clawing. His fingers tugging at the bow tie around his neck as he gasped and wheezed for air, his body winded and bruised.
Standing, shaking, moving. Moving ever forwards, the red lining of his coat reminding him a little too much of the blood leaving his body as he pushed himself further and further to escape.
Time was ever flowing and changing, as was he. But one thing would never change.