It was the last day for her, though she didn’t know it.
The morning quickly turning into dusk. She always liked the wind in her face, air rushing past her cheeks and through her long hair. Running was her favorite thing to do, it made her happy. She wasn’t the best at it, not at all. That never stopped her from doing it.
Until now.
She would run and run… She couldn’t do it alone though. Lonely she was. It wasn’t until recently she started by herself.
Or so she thought.
She was always running with someone. That thing always pushing her and helping secretly. She never knew it, but it was there. She never appreciated that thing, she didn’t know about it to begin, and she never tried looking. She runs without distractions. She’s good at blocking out, sometimes that’s not for the best. She needed to see beyond the finish line. She needed to see the surroundings.
They were her key to success.
Those little things distracted her. She didn’t know they could help, she didn’t care. She had it all under control. She thought. She had no idea what was to come. Those objects, distracting yet helpful, had great ideas. If only she listened.
Maybe she wouldn’t have this problem, if she did.
We see her now, laying on the ground defenseless. She pushed too hard, she thought she could make it. Things had taken a hard turn. Gasping for breath she held a final hand up. That thing wasn’t there for her. It had disappeared, at the final gust of wind it had left her.
It left her as she finally realised what was guiding her, helping her to success. With a last ounce of energy she gave a final farewell to her guardian. It never gave the same goodbye. It didn’t care anymore.
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