About half an hour later, I exited the gated community with my old bike in a pair of the grey pullover, sweatpants, and slip-on shoes. I could remember the last time I used the bike and it wasn't a long time ago however, I could not remember the feelings. I was running out of breath with the distance from the house to the main gates. The guards greeted me and I couldn't even smile at them, let alone spare them a glance. In fact, I pedaled fast in an intersection and nearly caused a scene by ignoring the uniformed street enforcer inside the village's intersection and ignoring the 'stop' sign being lifted by one of them. My emotions were to the brim and on the verge, I felt like I would suddenly burst out in tears in front of anyone just to ask for help.
My heart wanted me to do so. But my
