The boy’s long blue tresses were tied back into a braid that whipped wildly behind him; the young male had no time for really anything. His saddened gaze kept in front of him and he didn’t dare look back, he focused on his breathing and continued to allow his feet to lead him to where he should go. But with every intake of air his small chest would heave heavily, it stung, as if thousands of needles were stabbing into his chest at once.