Tension

‘You’re being selfish’ the voice in the back of his mind taunted. ‘Only ever whining about what you’re missing out on instead of being grateful. Spoiled brat.’ The boy moved down the hallway, the still morning atmosphere a comfort. He didn’t want to be noticed. Not right now. He needed to do something familiar. He needed a distraction. He needed…With purposeful strides, the child-hero made his way towards the door, hastily slamming his feet in shoes and tugging on his coat as he slipped from the dorm, the frigid wind whipping against his nose and cheeks as he blinked rapidly into the light storm that flurried about. He needed to run. Though in his haste to do so, he missed the figure leaning against the far wall, arms crossed and a pointed frown on his face.