RunningRunning. That's all she could do. That's all that would make her feel whole. She wanted to run and never look back. She knew what was behind her; disappointment and despair. She had nothing left for her back there, so she just had to run. She just had to run somewhere far away where no one could find her; somewhere where she would actually feel like she may be important. She finally realized that when things start getting good for her, they crash to the ground. She just needs to run. Run so she won't think anymore. Run so it won't look so bad anymore. Run, so she can feel whole again.Running by swootness13
"You're just leaving." He repeated, not willing to change the subject.
"What else is left here for me? Nothing; I have to leave, find something for me." She sighed, and felt the need to run again. She rushed around the room finding things she felt were important to bring with her. She came across a small notebook and flipped through it. Discovering what was inside was enough to make her breath hitch and q
The Promise Flash.The Promise by Lorol
People running around. The beach, once a haven of peace, is now distorted by faces of terror, by humans running around in sheer fear. Their pleas fill the air, their screams echo meaninglessly over the sand and the vast ocean. It is such a beautiful day. The water is clear, the sun is shining and there are specks of clouds high up in the sky, momentarily spending shadow from the sun should its light be too hot. The sand under my feet is warm, but not unnecessarily hot. I enjoy plunging my feet into it. It feels my with calm, with reason. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore would be audible as well if not for the people around me.
Polaroid in my hand. It shows a brown-eyed woman, smiling. Her brunette, waist-long hair partially covers her smiling face and the dog in her arms. The dog's tongue sticks out in the heat in which the picture was taken. The Polaroid softly moves in the wind. I smile. It really feels