People say I am fast. But it is only because I run everywhere. People say I will miss wonderful chances if I run through life so quickly. But that is exactly why I am running.
I am not scared, but apprehensive about what life has in store for me. So I run by it; hopefully it isn’t quick enough to catch me.
People aren’t dumb, though. As they have easily discovered my cowardice.
“I bet his own shadow scares him…” they whisper as I sprint by.
After she told me everything I started looking for crossroads deciding my fate. I began doing everything the old me wouldn’t have done. Which consists of two things: run away from life and… nothing. So yes, that is how I spend my time: running through life and doing nothing.
My old friends look at me questioningly and sadly as I run past them. A few of my friends that know the reason behind my sprint look at me with eyes that say “I want you to run, I care for you. But I miss you…”
One day as I passed the old blue house on Sycamore st. I saw Casey, my old lover, sitting on the house’s porch; crying. I slowed my pace, maybe I would console her… no that would be too dangerous. I quickened my pace again.
It was then that Casey stood and yelled “You coward! You’ve completely given up your life only because some danged gypsy told you your future. You left everyone you ever loved, everyone who loved and needed you, so you could save yourself from some fantasy! Dang it, you coward! Then you run by me everyday, reminding me how much I love you. I still love you Daniel!”
Her words had hit me like a brick. Casey was right, she always had been.
I kept running but now I was running to find a way to change my fate instead of running away from it. A way to make things right again, so I could be with Casey without worrying.
I returned to my home and unlocked the pad-lock to the front door and walked inside. I didn’t lock the door behind me.
I began pacing my old house: racking my brain for a way to change what the ‘danged gypsy’ had said. Finally, I remembered the old thrift shop on the edge of town. The place was rumored to be owned by a witch who granted wishes. But for payment the witch would want an item from the wishers past lifestyle that they deeply loved. Also the witch would only grant wishes after the sun set. I had always believed in magic; so this was the perfect plan.
Late that night I ran out of my house to the witch’s shop. The witch’s payment was in my pocket; an old love letter from Casey.
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