I can feel the crunching of the leaves beneath by own feet, yet, I can't hear a thing. The weight of my breath is heavy
While I told his hand, I never want to let go.

We are running. My adrenaline is brought up, my desperate air is forcing itself out of my lips. I don't dare to look back, for what is chasing us.

Then, we stop for a moment. He is all I see, all I want to see, but we cannot stay in this moment forever. His face shows pure terror I wish I could erase. I signal for us to leave. He stops the look in his eyes upon seeing my face, instead, he shows a glance of worry and loss. We cannot give up, I grab his arm and lead him away.

I am not sure where we are headed, but anywhere from here is best. We hide, although we both know it will find us eventually. The place we decide is filled with people just like us.
Except, they are all gone. They were not strong enough to not be found.

(Dearest, Darling, my universe)

(Would you take me along?)

(To a place I can't dream)

(With my poor imagination)

He suddenly stops. I turn to look, his face a look of confusion, shock, and joy? He is holding what seems to be a recording device.

(Far away in the universe, from Earth to Mars)

(Will you please go with me?)

"What is it?" I signal. He looks up from the piece of stilled life in his hand. Instead, he hands it to me. Confused, I draw it close to my eyes and peer through the lense.

(Wherever it may be, an old lonliness)

(In search of its antonym)

The lense is fuzzy. This is not where we are. I point it at him, and he is....