Inspired by my OS book on Wattpad

You run quickly along the narrow path in front of you, the wind whipping gently in your face, the gravel scattering beneath you, occasionally causing a few of the small pebbles to swirl with your rather rough, quick steps. The trees next to you let their branches flutter in the wind, and every now and then a leaf flies past you, having had to say goodbye to its branch, for better or for worse, because of the wind.

The quick change of pace, which you were forced to make thanks to your pursuer, increased your heart rate from zero to one hundred. You dare to glance up at the sky. When you notice the gray, almost frightening clouds above you, you quickly realize that this is a sign that it's about to start raining.

The sudden change of direction you had to take because of your pursuer threw you so off track that you started running without a real goal, but one thing was clear: the path you were now on wasn't the way home.

You quickly turned your gaze back to the front. The sudden adrenaline rush and the fear, which was noticeable not only in your body but also in your legs, made you completely forget how dry your throat had become and how you were slowly running out of breath.

Slowly and with a lot of courage, you glanced behind you. You noticed that the person who was just chasing you was no longer on your heels. You felt a visibly weight lift from your heart. Your legs immediately stopped moving and you began to take a deep breath.

It seemed as if you wanted to breathe in all the oxygen from your surroundings, but luckily, there were enough young, freshly blooming trees around you to ensure that the oxygen didn't run out.

You slowly close your eyes and try to control your breathing a little when you notice a hand on your shoulder. You were just about to start sprinting again when you looked up. You looked into the man's face and exhaled with obvious relief.

"Hawks," you murmured quietly. The man with the yellow, transparent glasses looked at you with a gentle smile, a smile you rarely saw from him; usually, he wore a cheeky, mischievous grin.

As you look at him for a while, you notice how the sun hits his face, making the gold in his eyes pop a little more. It's like looking into liquid honey, which is even more beautiful in the sun. He tilts his head slightly and looks at you a little more intensely. You notice how your cheeks slowly begin to glow and a soft pink tone spreads across your cheeks.

"Is something wrong?" he whispers kindly, looking at you. It seems as if time has stood still around you. The wind swirls around you, gently blowing through your hair and leaving goosebumps on your body. He carefully raises his hand, gently and with great care. He brushes your hair away from your face. The sun slowly leaves his face and the clouds in the sky move on. The pastel, pink, and red sky leaves a beautiful light over the city, and the quiet rustling of the trees is unmistakable.