Snippet #2385065

Faythe loved running. It was probably her favorite part of Jack ever gracing her with such a gift. She just felt...so free when she ran. Like nothing could ever catch her or stop her. The wind against her face, streaming through her hair, it was all so magical.

She loved darting through threes as fast as they could, leaping off rocks, string up dust as they moved much faster than the human eye would ever be able to keep up with. She was a few steps behind him, working hard to catch up, but she couldn't quite do it.

She wanted to win just so she could rub it in his face. She liked being faster, but she never went too far. She was, after all, a good person and he was like her other half. And then...he fell. And Faythe, who had a terrible habit of staying on someones ass, went right down after him.

She hit with double intensity. Everything that hurt Jack, hurt her. So it was like a double dose of pain when she smacked into him, sliding before coming to a messy stop. She coughed dirt out of her lungs and looked up with a sigh. His face was technically on the porch so.

"Well then...guess you won...jerk."