Creative Writing

Run | A Short Story

She glanced at him and shook her head. He didn’t see her, but Eva didn’t expect him too.

Evan was putting on long, black socks. Then he slid his feet into a pair of running shoes.

“I’m going out for a run.” He said the same thing every day in the same monotone voice to her. Worse, Eva knew he wasn’t actually going for a run. But she pretended to go along with his lie to not cause any more strain to their relationship.

Eva let out a small sigh. “Okay.”

Evan didn’t react, either because he heard her sigh and wasn’t bothered by it or he didn’t even notice in the first place.

He grabbed his phone from the small table near the door, checking it one last time.

She turned around as he typed what she knew was a text message to his girlfriend.

Eva didn’t understand why she felt the way she did.

“Bye sis.” Evan’s words reached her even as the door closed behind him.

She let out an even longer sigh this time. Eva wanted Evan to be happy, but knowing that he was in a relationship with another girl didn’t bring her any happiness. If anything it made her feel worse about herself.

Eva looked at her own pair of running shoes and put them on.

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