The moon stared down. He stared back. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and began to run. Faster and faster but seemingly never fast enough. His breathing began to cut and skip, his eyes filled with tears and he kept trying but he couldn't go any faster. Why couldn't he go faster? He just wants to go faster. He can't go any f**king faster, why the f**k can't he go faster? The moon chased him, forever staring. Black clouds filled the sky but they weren't enough. The moon could still see him. He could feel his legs shaking, threatening to buckle under every vicious stride, threatening to remind him of how absolutely pathetic he was. How absolutely incapable he was. The hollow thumping of his feet against the ground was filled by the wind rushing past his ears, but it wasn't enough. He opened his mouth and screamed a scream carried through the air by meaningless emotion. A scream that emptied what little air was left in his burning lungs. Eyes bulging. Veins throbbing. Throat tightening. He collapsed.
