Thread: Short Stories

The Distance We Run There was this girl with a silver glow, and a one of a kind shine in her eyes. She liked to run through the woods behind her house. She had never known of love coming from outside of her family. Had never known the love of a boy that took her breath away. And so she ran because it was the one thing she loved and loved her in kind. She tied her black running shoes every morning after brushing out her long black hair and putting it into a ponytail, and dressed in her black running shorts and red wife-beater. She wore a single necklace about her neck with a small dragon pendent that settled between her cleavage and only bounced out of place when she ran. The only time things weren't in perfect order was when she ran. Running set her free. And so she tied her running shoes, grabbed her water, said good bye to her dog, and headed out the door down the same path she had been running for the past ten years. But this jog was a little bit different. Someone else was running down the path with her this day. He saw her every morning and ran down the path that traveled along side hers. He wanted her glow, her spark. He wanted her love. So he decided to take a chance and see if she could love him. He decided to run next to her. At first she didn't notice the beauty that ran alongside her and kept up with her strides. She was lost to the wind, her heartbeat, her pounding steps. But soon the added bass caught her attention, her music changing without her consent. She looked to her left and saw him, her mind blanking from the sight of him there. She had never seen him before and she was momentarily stunned. So stunned in fact that she lost her rhythm and tripped. She thought for sure he would laugh and leave her there. He did laugh, but offered a muted smile and held out his hand to her. A spark ignited upon their touch and she lost her breath, looking up into his brilliant almost-black eyes and finding a shine that was one of a kind. They stayed posed like that for a long time, her still on the ground while he held her hand to pull her to her feet. Her smile soon mirrored his as he pulled her gently to her feet and pulled her in close, his hand touching upon her waist. She shivered and looked up, blushing from the closeness, the inherent yearning in those beautiful eyes. Hesitantly, she reached up and combed a hand through his spiky black hair, gasping at the softness. He smiled. They never uttered a word, the silence too sacred. Their lips met of their own accord, shocking their systems. Puzzle pieces met and built up a picture of what would be- could be- should be. She took a deep breath and touched his skin while he touched hers so gently, so lovingly it was as if he had known her his whole life. The silver glow mingled with the gold glow, molding together and mending into something else- something just as beautiful. A certain heaven in the making. Hearts pounded, skin slicked, breath labored, and adrenaline rushed. It was unlike anything in the world. The pair soon appeared on the other side of the forest, at the end of their run. A soft touch, a gentle kiss, yearning whispers. It wouldn't end here. This would not be the end of the running. They would run the distance together and hope and strive to be more. To be two sides of a whole. Nothing would stop them. They would run the distance together no matter how hard the path became.