Running is all I could do. It kept my thoughts away from me. Even at times I had to stop to breathe, my thoughts would slowly start to creep back up and before I knew it, I was running again. Through every alley, sidewalk and narrow street I turned to, no matter how many people. All I seen were colours passing me, vibrant and dull.
This is what kept my mind off of the accident. My spine quivered slightly at just the mention of the word. This is what kept my mind off of him, off of everything. Between everything that I juggled with on a daily basis, art and running are the only things that help me the most.
Running became my solace after the accident. I've been too afraid of cars and buses ever since. Doctors can't help me. No one can. At least my mind is clear now and-
"Oof!"
I fell to the ground, my mind and thoughts now on my sore ass and who the hell I bumped into.
Raking my fingers through my hair I had planned on giving the stranger on one the worst glares I could muster up.
Plan. It's a cute word. You can plan to do something for whoever knows how long and in an instant, it can all be fucked up at the snap of the fingers.
I had planned the glare at the stranger.
I had planned to cuss them out.
As soon as I looked up all of my 'plans' dissolved quicker than an ice cube in a cup of boiling water.
As soon as I looked at their face, everything stopped.
They smiled down at me, offering their hand to me.
Was this…..
My Marco?
HEY! GUESS WHO FINALLY UPDATED BUT HAS TO WAIT TO DO BETTER STUFF BECAUSE THIS IS ON MY FAMILY COMPUTER?
THIS KID.
But hello everyone, it's so nice to be here again.
I haven't gotten my laptop yet but soon.
I did say I've been working on new stuff and this was something that popped up, but I kinda enjoy writing, even if it was only a little bit.
If you liked this (or didn't) please review this and tell me what you thought about it or could've improved on.
Also bless your face if you sneezed whilst reading this.
-x
