Her lungs burnt as she willed her legs to continue taking the next step. The sound of her own heavy breathing filled her ears as she desperately looked over her shoulder. Darkness greeted her back; her frantic eyes spotting nothing but tree trunks and the eerie silence of the never-ending night...

Morning glory blues flutter open. Ten minutes before the alarm like always. He laid there waiting never the less. At the first shrill ring of the digital clock, he flung his arm to out to switch off the irritating electronic melody. Bathing and dressing was a quick task before scarfing down some eggs as breakfast, and he made his way to the station... 

Eyeing the nameless faces around him, he slowly sits down at the corner table. The lighting is dingy there; perfectly serving his purpose. He doesn't want to be noticed. He doesn't want any eyes on him. It makes him too conscious; as if they know his secret—that they know who he really is...