RUNNING WAS LIVING FOR HIM, it was feeling the power to leave anytime he needed to, to escape the confines of walls and feel the open air around him. In time he even hoped to run not away yet towards, not from home but for it, for then he will have found sanctuary in his own self and in this world, he so badly wanted to live normally.
But he wasn't normal, no matter how much he tried to out run, things just had a way of coming back and bit him in the butt.
Yet, Emily's words linger taking refuge within his brain. They repeated everything he didn't want to hear about them, about his parents.
The moon shone bright and nearly full in the sky, its radiance giving the forest an ethereal glow. These normally dark but the silvery light brought definition to everything, making the winding path through the undergrowth clearly visible.
