CAROLINE'S POV
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My legs burn, my lungs yearning for more air, my breathing becoming fast because of it. The ground beneath my feet feels breakable as I run, or perhaps it's my feet on the verge of shattering. I've been jogging for hours on end while my mate haunts my thoughts. His smile, the way his steel hues can turn into coal when he stares at me, and the way they light up on a cloudless day when he's laughing with his friends. It's the shuddering in my bones when he touches me that truly has me unraveling like this, pushing me to run faster, and every single morning since he fell onto me two weeks ago.
My pent-up energy is the lightning bolts in the jar, striking against the glass, wanting to come out, and even after running for three hours, the anger still fuels me, wanting to go
