CHEST BECAME SO TIGHT IT ACHED AND IN THAT MOMENT, he realized he was not alone. Keeping his movements minimal, efficient----anything to avoid the possible chance of being noticed ( noticed that he’s being followed. ) The sun had set by the time he exited the Star Trial and the tightness in his chest had shown no shown of easing away, only making it worse by each passing second. And whoever had been following behind showed no sign of going away that easily, ( idiot, idiot, idiot, why are they following me? ) Each step fueled only by inner-fear.
A SHUDDER SKITTERED DOWN HIS SPINE AT THE THOUGHT; he’d been enforced to somewhere, somewhere he’d never heard of. That simple yet single thought alone bought his own stomach to twist and turn in discomfort. His brisk pace down the street transitioned only turned into a jog. If he walked fast enough then perhaps, he could make it ‘home’ safely. But just as this thought enters his mind, he feels a hand grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back ( oddly enough, it wasn’t as hard as he would have expected. ) Nevertheless, he was expecting the worse outcome out of this situation ( out of everyone, why did this have to happen to him? )
STARTER FOR --- @crownedcomposer