A/N; I've been in the mood for really short stories, just tiny moments in the heads of strangers...


The treadmill beeped signaling the end of the run, the end of escaping in her own raspy breath. It makes her feel alive; nothing else is worth living for, just the feeling of running. She brought the towel slowly to her face, glancing around the emptying gym. It was time to stop running; she muttered under her breath, it resonated in her mind, shaking her core. It was time to be normal again, to breathe without gasping.