A cool breeze tickles his perspiring skin as he mentally forces his legs to pump on to the end-point of this excruciating 25km run. Has it been two hours ago since he embarked on the run? Or was it three hours? He can't remember. The pain in his feet has dulled his mental processes and through the wash of sweat and tears in his eyes, he sees the never-ending road ahead, snaking, coiling, slithering.
He starts breathing faster and psyches his head and legs to go on. Just five more minutes maximum before he can collapse into a well-earned rest at the end-point.
And he collapses, topples over on the litter-strewn pavement. His breaths come out truncated and intermittent. His eyes are two glossy orbs starring up at the black blanket of the sky. Midnight inches a minute closer, and he's still five minutes from the end of his run.
Life ebbs away and his breathing ceases.
Finally.
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