Kapitel 129: Fear

I don't stop. I can't stop. Every time I think I should rest, that I need to, my brain refuses. The thought of stopping feels like surrendering, like allowing something horrible to happen to Noelle. So I push on. My heart pounds in my chest, not just from the exertion, but from the panic that has taken hold of me, sinking its claws deep into my flesh, refusing to let go.