Blur No Distance Left To Run Lyrics Novels & Stories

Fear rooted me in place, my pulse thundering in my ears. The eyes blinked once. Slow. Deliberate. "Okay," I whispered hoarsely. "Nope. Don't like that." The eyes moved closer. Not walking—gliding. I spun around and bolted. My feet slapped against stone as I ran blindly, lungs burning, heart threatening to tear out of my chest. I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I needed distance between me and that. "Talia." The voice wasn't loud. It wasn't threatening.

Run. I pushed myself up from the ground so fast I lost my balance, and my knees scraped against the pavement, but I didn’t stop. The only thing that mattered was distance. My hands were bleeding, my legs burning, and I could hear my breath tearing out of me, short and uneven, but I didn’t care, I just ran. “Hey!” one of them shouted, his voice sharp, too close. No.

~Nona~ I’m running through a field. I feel like I’m trying to reach something or someone, but I don’t know what. I just know that I’m compelled to keep running. I see something in the distance, so I run fast to try to catch it. I can see a baby lying on the ground. The baby is smiling and movings its little legs and arms up and down. I reach out to the baby, but I can’t quite reach them. I keep running toward the baby, but it seems like the baby keeps getting further and further away.

I call, my long hair whipping my face as I spin around. I launch forward, sprinting down the path in the direction we came from. My wolf whines in protest as my feet pound the earth in a steady rhythm, my face burning. After a few moments, I hear the distant sound of footfalls behind me, but I don’t look back. I just run faster, pushing my own limits. I run so fast that he doesn’t catch up to me this time.

I catch on and join in on the repeat of the next line. "I’m no wimp, I won’t cry." I focus on the tarmac, on each footstep hitting the ground. "I’m just glad that cows don’t fly." He carries on his songs and the run seems to be over a lot quicker than I expected. "Right guys, that's it, I'm proud of you all, get in, get dry and get fed. We'll meet back out here at two." He dismisses us, turning and speaking with Cleo's dad as we head in.

His voice is filled with reverent power and the crowd, hypnotized, goes back to their dancing. I say no other words, I turn and run from the bar, leaving Landon behind. Tears are now streaming down my face. I hate that I am crying. My legs burn with each stride I take, and the sound of my heels slamming the concrete transmits a sharp clicking sound through the atmosphere. My endless run soon evolves into a tired walk in circles.

“I just want to be friends, that’s all. I don’t want to be alone anymore. Now that you’re here, I’ll never be alone again. All you have to do is look at me. It’ll only hurt for a second, I swear.” ‘Run.’ “Look at me, Blakely. Look at me, look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME!” ‘Run, now!’ Fear and adrenaline created a heady cocktail that raced through my veins, propelling me down the path. I pushed my body harder than ever, trying desperately to ignore the thunder of footsteps just a few feet back. Blood roared in my ears, so loud that I could no longer tell if I was being followed. I ran and ran until a shadow stepped onto my path. It was too late to stop, and I braced myself for the pain as I

“Good luck. May the spirits run with you.” He turns again to me, smiling wide. I swallow hard. Why does it feel like he’s really my father? Why does it hurt? The horns blow again. This time, the sound cuts through everything else. It’s time. A fifty-kilometer run through Fenrath territory. Forests. Mountains. Ravines. It takes most contestants three days to finish. But I’m ready. I crouch low. My fingers dig into the earth. My lungs fill with cold air.

Chapter Song: Run and Hide by NerdOut Unknown POV My paws pound on the ground with the hardness of thunder. What was I thinking? Truth is, I wasn't. I needed to talk to her. I thought it would be the perfect way to do so. Fuck was I wrong. I find more power from deep within and push my paws harder. Small hands pulling at my fur and I speed through the woods to safety. That Rogue was one of his, I could smell it.

I turned before he c⁠ould see how much I was‌ falling apart. “D‍on’t follow me,” I whi⁠spered. “Just… don’t.” I ran. I didn’t even know where my feet were taking me — only t‌ha⁠t I c‌ouldn’t stay there. The air outside hit me like a slap‍, cold and wet from the drizzle. T⁠he⁠ city blurr‍ed around me⁠. Cars passed, peo‌p⁠le’s faces turned, but I was already somewhere‌ far away — som‌ewhere Damon couldn’t reach.