I run as fast as i can, but my legs are weak
I call him, telling him to hold on
He shakes his head no
Facing the wrong way
Dropping out of sight
I hurry to the railings
The air around me begins to warm up
Little beads of sweat fall into my eyes
I’m having difficulty to concentrate
The curious part of my brain nags at me
My legs give out, I collapse
And HE'S GONE.
-N.C
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