meagharina
He could never catch her. No matter how fast he ran, she ran faster. Fleeting glimpses of her black hair flying in the wind. A whiff here or there of her perfume. And the occasional smirk cast back his way over her shoulder.
He wondered sometimes, was she running from him, or did she just enjoy the chase? And why did she always do it barefooted?
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