#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I
had reached a dead end.
However, there I saw a pile of rubbish rubbish. I hurriedly hid beside the rubbish tonk, closing my eyes and folding my arms to pray for God's salvation because I heard the sound of footprints that were getting closer and then stopped right in front of me.
Suddenly I felt the pull from the direction where the sound of the footsteps stopped and at that moment I cried out in terror while crying and begging to let me go.
But at that moment I felt a warm hug from that person. Still crying because of fear I raised my head and looked at the person.
At that moment my fearful heart turned very sad and increasingly powerless to stand up because the sound of the footprints that had followed me came from the sound of this person's footprints,
people for so long I harbored a longing for him, which can not be answered by others, that is he who once existed and disappeared without a trace.

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