She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13 - Sex Stories

She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

... that… I let my mind go blank for a bit and just focused on moving forward, keeping the rhythm of my legs going. When my mind finally snapped back into place, I found myself at the park that Tara had mentioned. There were more cars on the road now and I was forced to shift to the, thankfully, shoveled sidewalks. The sidewalks surrounded the park, which was little more than a knot of trees next to a miniscule playground whose snow covering had not been disturbed since the first shower. Not many people were out and about: a small group of kids, watched by their parents, were having a snowball fight by the trees, a handyman was sprinkling some more salt on the sidewalks, a man was sitting alone on one of the benches. Day before Christmas, after all. Thank God I didn’t decide to run at the strip mall. I circled the sidewalk a couple times, keeping my head down as the wind increased, snatching some of the snow off the tree branches and scattering it. Some got in my hoodie at one point and I hopped with discomfort for a little bit as the flakes melted against my skin. The cold air had penetrated my lungs so I felt like I was breathing shards of ice with each exhale. My muscles were stiff and sore and screamed with protest every time I decided to pull another lap. Perfect. Pain keeps the mind from wandering. Unfortunately, mind and body are not always one and slowly, little by little, my protesting muscles got the better of me and I slowed down to a halt, putting my hands on my ...

... knees and panting for air. I looked around as I caught my breath, smiling as my gaze traveled past the shrieking kids. God, I can’t even remember the last time I had a snowball fight. Nowadays, it would probably be just Joe and me trying to slam each other’s head into the ground. I stood up, ready to continue running, when I spotted a couple new arrivals to the park. A couple, strolling arm-in-arm and leaning against each other. I was still panting and my muscles were still on fire, but they dropped to the back of my mind as I imagined that couple was Kayla and me, leaning against each other for warmth as we talked and laughed and just enjoyed being in love. It would have been us…until yesterday. No, no, don’t think about it. Don’t… Kayla’s face, full of pain, swam into my head. I put my hands to my face, pressing my palms hard into my eyes, trying to get it out. No use. It stayed. Her pain…it had been me. God damn it, why couldn’t I escape this? Every time I tried something, anything, to distract myself, it all came back. Fuck… God, give me something. Something to help me forget. “Harrison?” I dropped my hands and turned. The solitary man on the bench was staring at me, his eyes wide. His face was mostly hidden behind the folds of his thick coat but I recognized that voice. “Coach Walburn?” He sat up and I was able to get a look at him. He looked terrible. His eyes, bloodshot and murky, were sunken into a face that had lost too much weight too quickly, leaving it gaunt and ...