Their warnings float into my mind as I run. Drifting through the breeze to my awaiting ears. I attempt to push them away, but who can deny the temptation of love? Of being loved. Of being wanted. I couldn’t. The wind reminds me of this as I run. It sings of forgiveness—a falsehood, I know. A plea arises from its center most being. I pray for the strength to not turn back. To them. To him. The wind is my enemy, I’ve decided, that I shall not overcome. It dwells everywhere, a never ending reminder. I know I am a coward for running, but they’re in my head: the whispers on the wind.