A/N : Be nice with me because it's my first fanfiction and I don't speak english fluently because I'm french. Reviews would be very much appreciated to tell me what I could improve in my writing. Enjoy it!

Run

Chapter One

Run, Breathe, Move on, Breathe, Run, Go on.

Breathe, Run, Longer, Faster, Don't think.

Breathe, Just run and breathe.

Running was the only means she had found to feel lighter. When her feet lead her, her mind couldn't follow the race and she stopped rambling.

For once in her day, she lost the leaden coat she couldn't get rid of since that day.

The day he had shut the door in her face.

The day he had stopped loving her.

The day he had definitively dumped her.

Her thoughts had already caught up her flight. She had to run more. Focus on her moves. On her breath. Listen to the blood beating widly against her temples.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Let the fog of exhaustion take the control. Wait until she feels in tune with her body. Until body squashes spirit. Run at least for a few more minutes, for inner peace…

She threw herself headlong into the race.

When she felt sweat rolling into her eyes, Cristina stopped, out of breath. She had finally managed to dispel her concerns. At least for a while.

Jogging was the best moment in her day, after surgeries. But she didn't scrub in very often lately.

Jogging meant oversight. No guilt. No worries. No anger. No sadness. No remorse. No regrets. Just pain and tiredness in her body instead of her mind.

She put a foot on a bench, stretching her right leg, trying to control her blow. She never forgot to do exercises after running, even if she had now jogged nearly everyday for more than two months.

Sixty-three days. Sixty-three damned long days. Sixty-three

Since that day when…

Stop it Yang ! Don't feel sorry for yourself ! You have an edge, you have a passion ! You are an independant, smart woman who doesn't whine!

She sighed softly, trying to relax.

When would she give up counting?

Why couldn't she just enjoy the moment ?

Why couldn't she erase memories ?

Lightness was flying away.

Changing her leg on the bench, still flexing and stretching, she looked for anything to take her minf off. Usually, where she ran didn't matter, what was important was the run.

But today was different.

As she looked up for comfort, her gaze was caught by a troubling vision beyond the naked trees.

Her feet had mislead her.

Betrayed by her own feet ! How ironic was that ?

Would she never be able to escape ?

Was she condemned to fall again ?

To lose the edge she tried so hard to regain ?

She had to shut her eyes to the fact…Her feet knew what she wanted and had just given her what she denied her mind.

Fate hated her. Fate loved her.

She couldn't be there…

A suivre…