running

Adrenaline surged through his body.
His muscles burned with every step he took, but in a good way. It was as if the muscles were urging him forward, giving him encouragement even when the world he lived in seemed to be falling apart. It meant that he was still alive, and that he had yet to give up.

The familiar houses raced past him and everything was a blur as he sped up. The wind messed his hair up and brought a nice, tingling feeling to his body. He loved every moment of it, loved how it calmed him down when he was feeling tensed up.




P/S: Inspiration from today's intensive (quite) training during PE and also Chasing Brooklyn. It's half-written... because... I can't think of anything else to write... ):