She ran. I walked. As things were, we moved at the same pace. I could hear the ravages that her rushed pace played with her lunges, tired lungs struggling to expand and feed her the oxygen she desperately needed. If she could have, I’m sure she would have cried out for help… most cried out. She reached the empty intersection and frantically searched for someone, anyone that could save her. Unfortunately it was the witching hour. There was no one but her and her fears, The Children of the Night. I gained ground at that moment, seconds that could mean life or death tipped the scales in my direction. Her wide doe eyes met mine and for a moment we shared a perfect understanding, if she let me I would catch her.
She ran. I walked.
