Romans & histoires He Came Back Running

A voice came. "Stop right there." The voice came from behind me, echoing across the empty stretch of yard. I didn't stop... I didn't want to stop. I ran harder, my legs burning, my injured hand pressed tight against my chest to slow the bleeding. "You are going to stop right there now," the guard yelled again, closer now, her footsteps pounding steadily behind mine. "Now." I kept running ignoring her warnings.

The uncertain, exhausted, completely present look of a boy returning to himself and not yet sure what he was returning to. His mouth opened. Then his eyes moved past me. Past my shoulder toward the cave entrance. Something moved through his expression that did not belong to exhaustion or relief. Something sharp and certain and urgent. His voice was barely a breath. "Run," he whispered.

His mouth met mine through the smoke, once, with the taste of ash on it, and then he let go. “Come back,” he said. “That’s an order.” “You say that a great deal.” “It works about half the time.” I ran for the horses.

Soon, I picked up speed and burst into superhuman speed, dusks propelling me forward as I ran further away restlessly. " It's for the best. No matter what~ I'll never come back."

"I am here now and I will be back soon. Now run." He nodded. "Yes," he uttered before turning on his heel and running with more courage than I'd ever seen in a fully grown adult.

I spontaneously shouted right in front of the old grandfather, "Aaaaa ....! I, I can't be here. I have to go back. I have an unfinished problem. I have to go back! " I said who then ran here and there which in the end remained here. "Huh, miss. Stop, until when do you keep running? " said the old man.

he inquired, sounding terrified. "He came back," I said. "He came back?" he asked, shocked to the bone. "Yeah," I nodded, "but he's not really back," I told him, further confusing him before proceeding to tell him what truly happened.

He called my name and warned me to stop in my tracks but I didn’t heed it, I kept running in search of exits. I looked back at him and he was following me, I looked ahead and saw people coming to catch me, Oh hell no!

I hear a low growl from behind me, but I keep going. I run and run like I did the first time ran from Zachariah. I didn't know where I was going, but this time I could see better, and hear better, and my reflexes were superb. I hear someone running behind me and he doesn't need to yell for me to realise that it is Zachariah when hear him say, "Yasmine, stop, come back..."

Replica was going to kill me. “Let’s go back home,” I said, warmth settling in my heart. "How about a race back to the car?" He suggested playfully. But before I could respond he was already out of sight. A grin was plastered on his handsome face as he was already dashing away. I snapped out of the trance of his beautiful and mesmerizing eyes and started running behind him.