It could be tears, I think, as the hot, sticky blood dripping into my eyes when I run reminds me of rain. Gory, metallic rain, a sheath of red clouding my peripheral vision. Maybe my heart is just so shattered it doesn’t have the strength to pump blood into my body. Maybe it just uses my eyes as an exit point. My feet catch on a crack in the pavement, almost sending me sprawling. I shiver. My lov...