They were running. Running faster than they’d ever run before.
She could feel the wind rip through her skin and play with her trailing hair. She could see the ripple of wind as it snaked up his sleeves and his hair. She could feel the wind embracing them both.
Faster-- they ran, and they kept running. Up and towards the sky, the flurry of trees and the town and the people behind them. Like a bullet, they tore through everything and pierced even time itself. At the top of the cliff, they never stopped running.
And then it was over.