When he thought his feet could endure no more, he allowed himself to stumble. A streak of blood peeled off his hands to coat his tongue. Let it be tasteless…
He kept running.
A/N: At the end here, I really thought I should say something. For a year, I infrequently updated "Gloaming Gloom." Even when I was too busy to spend much time on it, I was at least thinking about it. Now, after all that, it's finished.
Thank you to whoever bothered to read this to the end. I didn't get many reviews, so I can't know if many people actually read this, but for any anonymous readers who did, I hope you enjoyed my story. If you didn't like any part of it, I'd appreciate knowing why so I can improve with my next story.
I suppose that's all I have to say. Once again, thank you for making it to forty-two.