There was always something different about the way she walked. She walked like she could walk forever. Even the was she said his name wasn't stationary. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe her fleeting state was the only constant. He could count on that juvenile interaction more than he could count on his next breath. Maybe she was right, and they shouldn't have messed that up. Maybe the longer and faster you walk the easier it gets. But she was running straight for an erupting volcano. He had to stop her. He had to try. Maybe one day she'll forgive him. Then maybe he'll forgive himself.
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