I Walked So You Could Run Meaning の小説・ストーリー

I urge myself. “Run?”

Even though I was unable to use the mind link I could tell what her wolf meant. “Run!” That’s what it meant, and quickly I stood up again forcefully dragging myself away with an injured foot.

“If you can run, you can fight. Go. Not allowing myself time to think about it, I launched into a sprint, my shield bouncing on my back. Each stride felt like razors piercing my feet but I disregarded the pain and pushed for greater speed, focused on finding flat ground so that I wouldn’t stumble. I could do this. I had to.

Lyric protest, “I’m not leaving y-” “Remember what I told you,” I say, my tone leaving no room for argument. “If I say run, you run. It’s time to run, little one.”

I I zoomed out of the office, the fluorescent lights fading into the background as I stepped into the stairwell. The cool air enveloped me as I began my descent, my feet echoing off the concrete steps. I marched down the stairs with a purposeful stride, my confidence and determination growing with each step. The phrase "my venom marching step" seemed fitting, as I felt a sense of empowerment and assertiveness with every step, like I was ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

I look down. Unknown: Smart girl. Now keep walking. I don't run. Running means they win. But I walk fast, my heart in my throat, my fingers frozen around my phone. And I don't stop until my apartment door is locked behind me.

I didn’t linger. I ran.

“When I say move, you move. When I call you, you run coming.” Every breath seems heavier than the last, the air charged with something that’s live and cackling under my skin. “I own you.”

Kioni Turner I ran as fast as my feet could take me. I was tired and afraid, but I had to keep going. Everything happened so fast in my head. Where should I go and who will help me now? The only thing that was on my mind was to run. Come on, Ki, just a few more blocks. Don’t let them catch you. You are not a runner, but today you run. That is all I kept thinking in my head. Run as fast as you can. Don't stop. Don't look back. Get as far away as possible because if they catch you, it's all over.

I made sure not to look at Ivan as I walked away. I grabbed my coat and shrugged it on, turned my hood the right way out, and pulled it over my head. It could be pathetic trying to run, but, I didn’t care. I didn’t see it as weak or pathetic. I saw running as knowing when shit was too much for you to deal with. That was strong, not weak. “Nice try.” I stopped and pulled my hood around my face. And carried on walking towards my car. “Are you just going to ignore me?”