The rhythmic sound of Rohan's feet striking the track echoed in the stillness of the early morning, as he pushed himself through another training session. The air was crisp, the sun barely peeking over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the field. The sky above was painted in gentle shades of pink and orange, signaling the start of a new day.
But Rohan's mind was far from the serenity of his surroundings. His strides were even, his breathing controlled, but his thoughts were anything but calm. They raced as fast as his feet, swirling in a mess of questions and uncertainty.
As he rounded the final bend of the track, his pace slowed, eventually coming to a stop at the edge of the field. He placed his hands on his hips, staring down at the ground, his chest rising and falling with the effort of his run. A fine sheen of sweat clung to his skin, but it wasn't the physical exhaustion that weighed heavily on him. It was something deeper.
