She was always running.
Running.
Away from it all, hysterically.
The things she ran to were never in grasp. At the last moment, everything always slipped away.
Everything.
She ran, trembling, tripping, tearing up. But never did she manage to reach him.
She didn't even know where he was.
She was always searching.
To get back. To tell him what she always wanted to.
Where was he?
She searched, desperately, defiantly, dejectedly.
She couldn't reach him.
She removed her headphones, staring at the laptop screen.
Every time, it told her she won.
She never felt like she did.