Downtown Fiction I Just Wanna Run Lyrics Novels & Stories

'Cause I wanna touch you, baby And I wanna feel you, too I wanna see the sunrise and your sins Just me and you Light it up, on the run Let's make love, tonight Make it up, fall in love, try But you'll never be alone He turned me around and I followed the steps. He pulled me closer and our faces were very close. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn I'll be with you from dusk till dawn Baby, I'm right here I'll hold you when things go wrong I'll be with you from dusk till dawn I'll be with you from dusk till dawn Baby, I'm right here I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Run….Run…..Run…..Hffffff…..Ufff….Run…. “I have to …..ffffff………get…..fffff…..away…..out of …….the town……before……fffffff…..dawn” I have been running since more than last half an hour! It is dark all around except for the street lights. I don’t know where I am going even. I just kept running and running.

Something' feels broke, need to fix it I cry out for help, do they listen? I'ma be alone until it's finished This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lyin' I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

I run. I'm a coward. Again. But I don't listen to my mocking inner voice, I just run. If I have to be a coward so I won't hear lies, then willingly. “Anastatia!” I glance over my shoulders, just to see him running after me in the goddamn rain as tears slip down my face. But I didn't stop. I continue to run. “Wait! I can explain!” He shouts. No. No. I continue to run wanting to cross the road, pushing more strength into my legs to take me far away from his lying ass. But he's faster. He's about to catch up to me.

"If something goes wrong tonight, you'll take Jackson and run. Don't look back, don't try to save me, just run." She looks into my eyes, and I can see her wrestling with herself. Finally, she nods. "I promise. But only if you promise to come back to me." "I promise." It's not a promise I can keep, and we both know it. In this business, promises are just pretty words you say to make the people you love feel better. Twenty minutes later, we're driving through the industrial district. I pull up to the east warehouse, the one near the old pier.

They never imagined that after six years, the once-fragile me could become so brave. I untied the ropes and ran, but Leon called after me. "Amelia, it's dangerous out there! Where are you going? You should stay with us, your family. It's safer!" I didn't even look back as I yelled, "I'm going to the gates! My mate and son are there! Even if I die, I'll die with them!" In the blaze of fire, Leon and Lucas behind me fell silent. I stumbled towards the edge of the city. Fires set by vampires burned everywhere in the streets.

When I opened my eyes the room had gone gray-blue, the kind of light that means evening decided without asking. My phone said 5:02 p.m. I needed to not be in my head. I pulled on black leggings and a tube top, laced my running shoes with fingers that still felt clumsy, and left through the side doors before anyone could ask where I was going. Cold air hit my face like a correction. I put in my earpiece and pressed play "Dancing on My Own" and started running before the first verse even landed. Robin's voice cracked over the line “I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the guy you're taking home”

My heart leaps into my throat. “Anaaaaaaaaa, where are you?” his voice calls out. Driven by instinct, I bolt, rubber soles slapping the pavement. He’s humming now, and then he sings. Soft and deep as his heavy steps pound behind me. “Run, run, run—you’d better run.” He says again. I already am. I’m sprinting as fast as I can towards home, hair whipping my face, the night air burning my lungs. A laugh rings out in the empty street. He’s close. How did he get so close?

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc

Quin gave him a slow, wicked smile over the rim of her glass, letting the ambient bass resonate in the soles of her feet. Four years were closing behind her. The future was wide, frightening, and absolutely open. And tonight, among the fairy lights and the infinite darkness of the lake, she had no intention to slow down.