crashing through the woods in the bitter winter air , bare branch , blue sky , withered leaf , then bursting from the tree line into an open field , the frozen ground crunchy beneath my boots , under the dome of the indifferent sky , the brilliant blue curtain drawn over a billion stars that are still there , still looking down at her , the running girl with her short hair bouncing and tears streaming down her cheeks , not running from anything , not running to anything , just running , running like hell , because that 's the most logical thing to do when you realize the one person on earth you 've decided to trust is n't from the earth .