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-—This Is How A Heart Breaks—Rob Thomas—3:50—-
I've been running for so long but I don't know if I can stop. I know I'm being paranoid, but it felt as if someone was following me, chasing me even. Making a quick turn to the Quad, I could see the heads whiplashing to see me make an idiot of myself with my running. If only they knew what the hell I was running from maybe they would stop looking at me like I've—
Shit. Why the fuck did I run here? I just trapped myself because I was too much of a dumbass to remember that the construction cordoned off the area I was trying to run to.
It was too late; I could already see her running to me in the distance. I'm as good as dead now.
