By the time I caught sight of his text. I didn't even realize that I'm already running. Didn't even care if he is 2 kilometres away. I didn't stop even if it feels like my legs were set on fire at the sudden excruciating movement. I cursed myself why, I didn't listen to mom when she told me that exercise will do me some good than laying in my bed all day. However, that didn't stop me. Even if my lungs beg me to stop, I wouldn't.

Upon running for a long time. Bruises all over my knees and arms, because there's so many people at the streets at that time. But I still didn't stop. Even if I am met with the curses, I won't even dare to look back. Hurriedly knocking at the door of their household. Getting impatient I also started calling for someone to open the door.

Met with an irritated face of a woman. I didn't let her scold me.

"I'm sorry but I--I know Samuel."
and I run past her.

Climbing up the staircase....