“But I was wrong. I was so stupid, Audre. I’m sorry I hurt you. I was just scared of… feeling too much.” He took a breath. “So, yeah, I ran. The way I used to run—sprinting so fast it was like I could warp time.” He stopped, regulating his breathing a bit. “I used to wonder why I was born with this talent. Like, what for? Maybe this is why.” She looked up at him. “What do you mean?” Bash peered down at his feet for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. “Maybe every run before this one was practice. So that I could be fast enough to catch you before you went home.”
