MARGAUX
Running.
Sweating.
Almost out of breath.
I missed this kind of grind.
The last time I went for a run was with a few times with Kevin.
We would wake up early and run around the open field.
My pace slowed. Thoughts of Kevin flooded through my mind and it was hindering me to go on.
Coming to a stop by a nearby tree, I took my water bottle and gulped enough amount to satisfy my parched throat.
I don't think that there would be a day which I wouldn't miss him.
Catching my breath, I leaned against the tree.
I slept late and woke up early.
It was no wonder that my body wasn't up for this. But, I can't miss a day.
I just started to get back to this grind. I can't lose it again.
The sun was yet to break, and the wind was still cool, but I didn't wear any jacket nor sweatshirt.
