EUPHORIA: a short story

She was flying again. The adrenaline pumped inside of her, pushing her to go further. The energy coursed from her toes every time her shoe slapped against the asphalt, driving her faster. Her heart was frenzied, trying to keep up with her pace. Her throat begged for water, her lungs burned for oxygen. But she wouldn't stop – not for anything, not for anyone. She was riding on a single belief that if she ran fast enough, no one could touch her.

She lost herself. She couldn't hear the wretched voices in her head, luring her into the shadows to envelope her in the darkness. There were no problems that plundered her mind; she couldn't hear her parents constant arguments, she couldn't feel sad, she had no reason to cry. It was just her and the sound of her heart pounding, her labored panting, shoe hitting concrete. Her legs were burning, her exhaustion was mounting. She was reaching a climax. This was euphoria.

There was no pain. There was no exhaustion. There were no thoughts. There were no emotions. She was flying. She was free. This was euphoria. 

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just a really random short story hahaha

TTFN 

- Dina x