The way he ran spoke to the urgency as the fading dawn gave way to bleak and total darkness. He felt his heart hammering in his chest and simply couldn't account for the sweat upon his brow or the slick way his hands slipped upon every surface they touched upon. Up the stairs he ran, down the hallway  and through a door.

Up the stairs, down the hallway, through the door.

Again.

And again.

Every night.

He woke as the bus lurched to a stop before the high school parking lot and was nudged awake none-too-gently by the passing of kids as they pushed one another through the serpentine hallway and out of the yellow tin can and into the yard. Cayle remained behind to gather himself, it wasn't often than he fell asleep on the way to school but there was a heaviness in his steps that gave voice to it. He couldn't quite be rid of the feeling as though he'd actually been running all night, there came a grimace and a muffled curse as he tugged his backpack from the wedged spot it'd found under his seat.

Slinging the already stuffed bag over his shoulder, making his exit just in time for the driver to be consumed by overwhelming impatience. There were many things for which Cayle had a knack for, and pushing someones limits or boundaries was one of them. As far as that was concerned he had absolutely no trouble at all being able to pin point another person's weakness, or help with someone else 's problems. They were, after all, not his and that afforded him the ability to look at it with an impartial eye. After all, attachment hadn't clouded his judgement and likely never will, he thought. It was much akin to a surgical strike wrapped up in the bulletproof masque of blasé. Yet come the time to turn those quizzical and intuitive eyes inwards upon himself and silence was the only answer he willingly allowed escape.

Might as well be asking for a day without war, or a life without hunger. For some this could be a relevance that would open the eyes, allow you to explore this new adventure with a promise that at the end of it you would be all the better for it. For Cayle it was one more item on the list of reasons why he needed to move on, move forward.

Perhaps to even let go.

But those reigns, they weren't easy to hand over and he was seldom comfortable with feeling like he wasn't the one in control.

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