He was sweating already. The sun was beating down on him. He could feel the melanin in his skin change hues.
He couldn’t recall the last time he ate. His stomach churned due to emptiness. His tongue was cracking from dryness, his throat hoarse from lack of moisture.
He could see constellations appearing in front of him, the visual scintillating astral aura floating across his eyes. The heat was overbearing.
He couldn’t be weak now, he had to get to the water if it killed him. It was his only chance at succeeding what they wanted from him, it was his only chance at survival.

The distance was much further than it looked. The wind was at an all time high. Every step he took, the wind carried him back two more. His run was demoted to a fast walk.
He stopped. It’s too hard. He looked up, trying to find answers.
The sky was clear blue, Emma’s eyes were blue.
Emma. They would meet once more.
He began to move his limbs, recirculating blood flow.

Every leap he took was a step closer to her. He began a dead sprint.