When I’m running, for a mile, a minute, a breath… I’m someone else. It’s like the real Edward leaves my body, and I’m replaced with someone different. Someone invincible.
No one can touch me.
When I started running competitively my dad was my first coach… he used to say: “Edward, it’s not about running towards the finish line, it’s about running away from the start.”
So that’s how it was for so long, I was running away from the beginning… but then everything changed in the space of one afternoon… everything. Suddenly I didn’t want to run from the start, I wanted to run towards it. Back to the beginning.
Back to her.
If I could just be a little faster then maybe she would be okay. Just pushed a little harder, I could see her smile at me one more time.
There was never a fast enough.
I didn’t understand him at first, this strange boy with the sad green eyes. I was just intrigued; intrigued with his athleticism that seemed to spill from his soul. He pushed harder than anyone, and he was so fast.
I tried to talk to him, tried to make him see me.
But he was always chasing ghosts.