[preview from my story, Kissing the Limitless]

The burn of dust splayed into the wind and causing your throat to be rough as you cough it back out both your mouth and your nose. There’s the roar of the hundreds of voices in the background, filling your ears while making them ache with both the screams and the cheers. This was my furthest most memory I can place of the arena and it was the first taste of what would eventually come. 

written by @tearoost

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