LANCE
I'm smacked in the face with the wind, carrying frosty cold particles of snow. It buried the roads, no asphalt can be seen except the white stretch sheet. Sometimes the snowflakes kept me from moving forward, plowing deeper to my aviator jacket. But I kept running. I didn't dare to slow down.
I inherited my stubbornness from Dad. My legs showed no sign of wearing down. I still have twenty minutes of running before I reach our six months to be demolished building. The place was dark when I arrive. The windows are shut down. The lights are off.
Dad and Lista… it slips from my mind we had a minor disagreement at breakfast today. Because I was out having sex with a girl. My heart sank. After knowing the truth, my mind still can't embrace it. Some part of me tried to fight it back.