I’m running through the forest, and I can’t look back.
I can never look back.
I want to look back, but I can’t.
The autumn leaves crunch under my feet as snow starts to fall from the heavens.
Every snowflake’s different.
Just like me.
My breath trails about behind me as I run like a wispy ghost.
And I’m cold.
I feel so cold.
After running for what seems to be an eternity, I trip, I stumble, I tumble, and I fall.
I’m falling into a hole where my heart once was.
And I’m still falling.
I hit the ground.
I stand up uneasily, the ground slippery.
I’ve found my heart.