The blades tickle my bare legs as I run across the meadow, knee deep in grass, chasing after the sun that’s about to hide beyond the faraway horizon.
The wind blows through my hair as I run and run and run and never stop—I tell myself that if I’m fast enough, if I do my very best, maybe I’ll meet you at the end of my route.
Maybe you’ll wipe the sweat off my face and tell me I look beautiful, tell me it’s alright, tell me we’ll be fine… and maybe this time I’ll believe your words.
I keep running for I cannot stop, I keep lying to myself just to keep me going.
But deep inside I know you’re not gonna be there—and the truth is like a blade that cuts my heart in two.
Inspired by Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction.