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Amaya breathed heavily, her lungs burned with every breath she took in. Every movement she made set her muscles on fire. Her eyes could barely see what was in front of her since so much of her energy was put into putting one foot in front of the other. Her existence felt numb. Something about the usual setting of midnight seemed to push her even harder. Everytime she felt like giving up, she reminded herself of why she was running in the first place. It felt as though each lap was not enough to burn all the fat she had accumulated over the summer.

At one point, Amaya simply closed her eyes for a moment. Upon opening them, she saw a figure in front of her. Before she could even process that she needed to move out of the way, she ran right into them. She fell on her butt since her legs were too sore to catch herself. Upon orienting herself, Amaya finally saw who she ran into. He had dark hair and glasses, and seemed to be asking her if she was alright. It seemed as though he was used to this interaction.

“Oh no, I'm fine. I wasn't really paying attention, so you're fine.” She huffed. Her legs shook as she attempted to stand up once more. However, she didn't let any pain register on her face. She may have stumbled, but she passed it off as if it were normal. “Sorry to disturb you.” She began to walk away, and would have appeared fine if not for nearly tripping and falling on her face. This was not a result of her exhausted muscles, but instead of pure happenstance. She quickly righted herself before glancing back at the guy she had run into. Feeling as though she probably needed a break, she turned back towards him.

“Where are you headed to? It's pretty late.” Amaya asked, taking a seat on a nearby bench.