She was drained, washed out of energy like the sound of his muted footsteps. Her calves shook with every step she took.
"
Going a bit hard there, aren't you?"
Her train of thought was interrupted, losing her footing on the moving platform, her eyes widen in shock as she fell forward. Her torso fell on top of the treadmill, her hand reached out for the black string of the magnetic emergency break and her arms stretched. Successfully, the machine came to a full stop when her body hit the ground as her arms comfort her fall.
"Crap..." Catalina whispered under the irregular breathing, her teeth clenched as pain shot through her wrists from landing on it while her muscles spasms in protest from the intense workout. Giving up, she rolled onto her back for the second time for that day.
Catalina's gazed sightlessly over at the newcomer, her lips part to provided passage of oxygen to her lungs. She had not heard him enter until he spoke.
She was thankful that she still had ran a mile, still had her wits about her. If Catalina had shouted at him as she’d often seen some girls do for not minding his own business, she would lose her bit of dignity. There was nothing that she would like to share with him. He was a stranger, and her life, though simple, was full of secrets.
" It's either this or," She laughed, and then a tear escaped her eye, she roughly brushed it away.
@TheHangedMan
