He was running. Had always been good at it.
He was running and faster, faster, faster.
Why, why was he running?
'Why are you running?'
Why was he?
All he knew, his legs moved, his surroundings were blurred, blended together and he was running.
Where?
Why?
.
To a place he felt save.
Where he didn't feel this weight in his chest and this pain and where he could stop running.
To his home.
.
His home had dark hair and blue eyes.
His home teased and laughed and taunted and smiled.
His home was gentle and understanding. He never had to run.
Skidding to a halt he flew into awaiting arms and suddenly, suddenly he knew why.
He knew what he felt and why he always kept on running.
What pained his chest, what made this person home.
Simple and easy, it was longing.
Short, I know and I'm sorry .
It's about Wally, obviously :)
Hope you liked it OTL
-Miya