I ran different routes every night on purpose so I would not create a pattern. Running for me was an escape from the house now that Ramious was gone. He had left so suddenly I had not time to prepare for it, I was left feeling abandoned. I distracted myself with my lectures but it was when I ran that my mind was at ease.
My exterior had become hardened by all the events in the last four years. My emotions, the ones that had made me feel human, had been suppressed. I was beaten, physically and mentally tortured, I was even starved when I let my human side out. I became really good at suppressing it, but it left me feeling empty inside.
This particular night I decided to run down a street that was lit up store light only. The lights were dim but it lit up they street well enoug
