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Yugikun
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i'll be your light, your match, your burning sun
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He had ran.

((Alvaro Vacanti, continued from This Isnít My Home, Itís Where Iím Locked Away))

He didnít know for how long. He didnít know how far. All he knew was that he had to run because Min-Jae was right behind him and he was bigger and stronger and more angry than ever. He couldnít fight, as his opponent was bigger and better armed than him, so he had to run. And he did. Through the building across the floor, as far as his legs could possibly take him. If he had ran past anyone, he didnít notice, and even if he saw something that vaguely reminded him of the shape of a person he didnít dare to look back and check again. He didnít know where Min-Jae was, but he knew that he was somewhere behind him and he didnít want his surprise to make him fall or slow down or anything that allowed him to catch up. No. He had to keep running. Keep running or else Min-Jae would catch up to him and he didnít know what would happen then and he didnít want to know.

So he kept running. Down the hallways. His heart was pumping. His skin was sore. It reached to his muscles and to his bones and to his throat and he wanted to stop but he couldnít. The breaths were short, shallow. Nothing reached his lungs. He needed to breathe but to breathe he needed to stop and if he stopped Min-Jae was right behind him and he would catch up and-

He needed.

He couldnít.

He couldnít.

He stopped, the last remnants of momentum in his body dissipating as he fell to his knees.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He needed to breathe and he had stopped to do it but no matter how hard he tried he couldnít. The breaths werenít reaching. They were going into his mouth and down his throat but they were staying there and they werenít going further and the bruises and batters were getting worse, he could still feel them and they hurt and he didnít know what to do about them and oh god how had he gotten these how why did this have to happen to him and how had he manage to mess this up so bad and he couldnít breathe and he couldnít breathe and he needed to-

A sharp volley of coughs came from outside the storage room.
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