Shawn
I run faster and longer than usual today, and I feel my leg muscles numbing already due to the force and acceleration my body is going through. I didn't stop and just run, as I feel the sweat traveling down my back. I'm pissed because no matter how far or how much I run, I kept being hunted by her. By her face.
When I saw her yesterday in the elevator, looking so pale and eyes so puffy, something inside me twitched. I am fascinated with her in a way I can't explain. I am just too consumed by work issues that I snapped at her.
I stopped for a while.
Placed both my hands over my knees and chased my breath. I can feel my body heating up and I closed my eyes "Fuck" I muttered and wiped the sweat on my forehead.
I had some people look her up but even the good ones cannot find a single file bout Agatha Morrison. It's as if, she doesn't exist. All I know is that she's not from here. She doesn't know me, that's for sure.
