I Know Why Forrest Ran

I know why Forrest ran. And ran. And ran. His betrayal was so complete, his heart was shattered, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't feel. So he ran - the blood pumping furiously through his body, the wind piercing his skin, the constant pounding of the street under his shoes, the steady breath, in - out - in - out. He ran so he could feel something, anything, so he wouldn't forget how to feel altogether. That's why he never noticed anyone was running with him. He never knew how far he had gone. He never heard the crowds surrounding him and cheering for him. He was running to feel his heart - confirm for himself that it really was still there. That the shattered pieces could still pump, still beat, still work. That maybe if his heart could do that, maybe one day, if he ran enough, it would finally stop hurting and be able to heal. Run, Forrest, run.