He felt his heart racing. It beat so hard, it was as though it wanted to burst forth from his chest and flee of its own accord from whatever stalked him. His lungs burned, but he struggled to hold his breath, not wanting to make a sound.
His mouth went dry. He dared not swallow, afraid that even that small sound would give him away. His eyes were closed. Keeping them shut meant he wouldn’t have to blink to keep them lubricated.
Eventually it became too much. In one wild moment, he blinked, swallowed and fled, screaming into the night.
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