The sun was fading west as he headed home. Oliver’s breathing remained steady as he broke into a sprint. As he finished the final kilometre of his run, he felt the wind rushing against him, as if challenging him to go faster. His body became a machine, with each step deliberately calibrated to maximize his velocity. Reaching his destination, a new song began playing on his phone: “Ride” by Twenty One Pilots. The words resounded in his mind: “We have a list of people that we would take, a bullet for them, a bullet for you, a bullet for everybody in this room, but I don’t seem to see many bullets coming through, see many bullets coming through, metaphorically, I’m the man, but literally, I don’t know what I’d do.” The lyrics brought him back to what had occurred
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He knew that the only way to keep Inka out of the path of danger was to tackle the man before he neared her, or in other words, as soon as humanly possible. He jumped, pinning him to the ground as sirens rang nearer.
Oliver decided to take a shower to try and clear his head. As the water rushed down his body, he realized that any day could easily be his last.
Inka had left the city for a few weeks with family on a vacation. After a few minutes of thinking, Oliver decided to write a letter to Inka. As he got out of the shower, his mind raced with ideas. After drying himself off and putting on some clothes, he grabbed a pen and began, “Inka, . . .”
He thought carefully about every moment they had shared and continued, “Do you want to know one way to make me speechless? Ask me to tell you my favourite thing about you. A million thoughts will race through my head, Is it her radiant smile, is it her cheerfulness, her charisma? Should I go with a cliché and say her eyes? It is difficult to decide, but for me, it is that you are my definition of beauty, inside and out, and your worth cannot be compared. I love the way you twirl your hair, the way you are when no one is
He knew that the only way to keep Inka out of the path of danger was to tackle the man before he neared her, or in other words, as soon as humanly possible. He jumped, pinning him to the ground as sirens rang nearer.
Oliver decided to take a shower to try and clear his head. As the water rushed down his body, he realized that any day could easily be his last.
Inka had left the city for a few weeks with family on a vacation. After a few minutes of thinking, Oliver decided to write a letter to Inka. As he got out of the shower, his mind raced with ideas. After drying himself off and putting on some clothes, he grabbed a pen and began, “Inka, . . .”
He thought carefully about every moment they had shared and continued, “Do you want to know one way to make me speechless? Ask me to tell you my favourite thing about you. A million thoughts will race through my head, Is it her radiant smile, is it her cheerfulness, her charisma? Should I go with a cliché and say her eyes? It is difficult to decide, but for me, it is that you are my definition of beauty, inside and out, and your worth cannot be compared. I love the way you twirl your hair, the way you are when no one is