I ran.
And I ran.
I couldn't tell where I was going. My vision was blurry with tears.
But I still kept on running.
I ran till my feet left the hard stone floors of the palace and the walkways outside. I ran till my feet hit soft, damp ground and crunchy leaves. My legs were aching and a sharp stitch was forming on my side. I wasn't used to running anymore.
I finally stopped when I reached the tree house, confident that no one would find me now. Unintentionally, it was my destination all along.
