Enveloped

I swallow hard as my rasping breath pulls at my throat; I keep running. Every pore on my body exudes sweat in the humid, strangling air. A warm rain begins to fall and mixes with the salted water spilling from my eyes. I keep running. The startling sound of a car horn awakes me from my aimless trance, and my feet stop just short of its wing mirror. I close my eyes and feel incapable of keeping my body parallel; my head spins - a combination of shock and sudden adrenaline. My eyelids grow heavy, I burrow my fingers in my matted hair and tug at it whilst squinting in an attempt to steady myself. His hand on the lower-most part of her toned stomach is imprinted on my mind. Her closed eyes, head leaning against his chest, top teeth clamped to her lower lip. His hand moving toward her navy lace knickers. I turned away as the tips of his fingers were enveloped by lace and skin. My heart begins to pound more heavily, tears flow uncontrollably, mouth completely dry; I'm unable to breathe. My body is enveloped like his fingers, and is racked in its entirety by an inexplicable wave of panic.