I am running with her right now. The one who had to go has taken my hand yet again and is running in the dark alley. The alley is lit with moonlight and bordered with beautiful trees on both its side. She had done this style of running before too, though I forget when. Her hair is as intoxicating as before but when?


“Don’t look back.”, she said in a panicking voice, lost of breath.


I snap out of the intoxication and my eyes go wide wondering what it was. I turn back anyways. There it is, one of the situations in which I should have listened to what she said but I just went dumb shit. There was a guy chasing us with a knife in his hand.


What happened? Why is he chasing us? Why are we running? I ask recurrent overlapping questions to myself, in my head.


We have reached a dark corner where she pulls me right in to hide with her. We are sitting here now with her hands covering both of our mouths to not let go of any sound of our presence.


It feels beautiful because she is glowing in the moonlight but I wonder how the man with the knife won’t notice her glow. Then I realize that it must just be me and in the flick of a moment I start hearing her voice echo all over the place. I look at her awestruck at why she would be so loud, but she has not moved her lips but I am hearing her voice.


“I was walking past the KU corner area, when I caught a glimpse of the beautiful yellow light that filled the entire room. I saw this man far away in the corner of that room killing a woman with the knife he is carrying right now. I looked at him in amazement but kept walking hoping he wouldn’t see me, but he saw me. I walked faster but when I turned back he was following me hastily. Then I found you.”


WHAAATTT? We are telepathically connected? This is so cool. You are only now telling me about this?


Hey, did you even listen to what I just said? That’s what you took from all that?


To both of our horror, the man with the knife had found us and was looking at us with his big angry eyes accompanied by a creepy smile carrying a knife holding it way over his head wanting to stab another.


I am running with her right now. The one I thought had gone has taken my hand again and is running on shards of glass. The shards of glass are all square, crystal clear. I run looking down then when I look up I realize she has done this before too, though I forget when. Her hair still intoxicating like before, but when?


What’s it this time? I ask in my head talking like I had more scenarios like this before wondering why I would say that.

I hear gunshots breaking the glass behind us to pieces and understand half of the story that may have happened.


So, these girls had held me captive for classified information, I was done playing their stupid hostage games. They had kept me knelt down on my knees and tied up in a dark room lit only with a faint red light. All the members were females, all in the business of drug dealing since teenage. They wore fishnets and high heels that looked way too painful. I sat there hoping I could take the drama. Their thighs just didn’t do good to my eye level. I stood up and proceeded to walk right out of there. Now they are trying to kill me.


What? Now your story makes no sense at all. What thighs? You just stood up and proceeded to walk? WHY DIDN’T THEY TRY TO KILL YOU RIGHT THEN? WHY IS IT SO HARD TO THINK WHEN ONE IS RUNNING? WHY AM I OUT OF BREATH EVEN IN MY HEAD? WHY AREN’T THE GLASS PANES ENDING?


Because you are a piece of lazy bum thats why. They couldn’t kill me then because they needed the information I had. Then by the time I was out of the room they realized I never had the information to begin with, they had the wrong person. That’s why they are trying to kill me now to clear all evidences.


How is it that trouble somehow always find you?


It’s not trouble finding me that bothers me, how do I always find you? That-


Before she could complete the sentence one bullet shot out of the vamp with red dreadlocks and army camouflage suit, flies in slow motion tracing a straight line leaving waves behind reaching just close enough to her head to fly away her hair.


I am standing somewhere. I am not running with her now. It is distinct now that I am not running. I am less tired than before. Was I running before though? I don’t remember but this feeling is relaxing for sure. I see a huge blank white space in front of me so I turn around. Its not blank there.


I see her sitting there. Calmly, motionless on the edge of a hill with a magnificent view of the mountains and a purple sky. She was wearing white and it all looked heavenly with the complementing green of the grass and trees.


“Come, sit with me.”, she said out loud. It sure felt nice to hear her voice out in the air.

“This is so calm. Feels different, but from what I don’t remember.”


The wind blows her hair back and side towards me. It still intoxicates.


“I don’t want to run anymore.” This snapped me from her smell.

“You don’t have to. You’re sitting now.”

“It’s really beautiful not to run for a change.”

“Please don’t be the one who goes.” I say to her.

“What do you mean?” she asks me.

What did I mean?


I am on the roof looking at her in the next building when the Yakuza members come to me.


“She has to go.”


I swear I could have lived with indifference but not absence. I see her walking towards the black Jaguar. I can’t understand a thing. The revolution, the house, the armed men, the knife, the kills, the leaving. I hardly cared about anything but the leaving part is keeping me frozen. She had reached the doors of the car when I thought it was appropriate to wave her goodbye but I just ran out of the there. I ran as fast as I could down the stair, almost fell on the doorstep and slipped across the corner.


Please don’t be the one who goes.


She was running too. Not away, towards me. She didn’t go because she ran away one last time towards the right way.