I run.

He’s finally gone. Although it’s what I dread the most, I waited in the dark. Seconds, minutes, hours, too long.

Time flies by. It could have been five minutes or five years, I wouldn’t know.

What was I waiting for?

It was something good, something big, it was something I was looking forward to desperately.

***

Have I ever mentioned that I like black? Black is pretty, elegant, timeless. It’s a color you wear on funerals, marriages, performances… everywhere and always.

***

I guess he won’t come back today. Or tomorrow. Or anytime.

Time in here is fluent. There are no events happening that could help me discern how much time went by.

I don’t sleep. I don’t eat, there’s no sunrise, it’s just me and my thoughts.

I guess my brain isn’t the best place to be.

***

I start running.

There’s no particular reason why I’m doing it, I just… do it?

***

I’m exhausted. In the beginning I was counting the steps I made. 1, 2, 3, 4,… 14,… 99, 100, 101, 2, 3… wait. That’s not right.

Yeah.

That’s how I ended up in the middle of nowhere (it looks exactly the same like in the beginning) and have no clue how to go back.

Did you know that your legs aren’t the same length? You may think you’re walking in a straight line for like forever, but in reality you’re walking in circles. Probably big circles, but circles nonetheless.

I may be exactly where I started my journey. On the other hand, I could be miles away with no way to figure out the truth.

Not that it matters. I’d only like to know.

What if he doesn’t find me where I am right now?

I mean, he probably won’t come back anyway… so who cares?

Sadly, I do.

I decide to sit down and wait.