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Amelia POV I have never run so fast in my life. Not at track practice in sophomore year when Coach Daniels was timing us and I wanted to prove something. Not the night of the Ironveil summit when the south wing caught fire and everyone evacuated onto the lawn. Not even the first night I arrived at Silverfang and something in the tree line moved and every instinct I had said run. This was different. This was the kind of running where your body knows before your brain does that something irreversible is about to happen, and the only variable left is whether you get there in time.

ZADEN I started running at midnight. Not because I planned to. Not because it was scheduled or strategic or part of any particular routine. I just couldn’t sleep This is the thing about running hard through familiar ground in the dark, it is supposed to clear everything. That's what it has always done for me. Years of using this land as a reset, a pressure valve, a place where everything that cannot be controlled can at least be outrun for an hour. Tonight it wasn't working.

They were terrified of everything. I quickly changed into a pair of leggings, a thin sports bra and a pair of running shoes, grabbing my headphones before heading out into the early morning rain. I didn’t mind running in the rain, if anything, I preferred it, it kept me cool, and sometimes, it even helped me think. My body was made to withstand a lot, even a bullet, though it would be painful, there was a chance I would heal on my own. It was something in my blood, one of the many things that made me different from the average nineteen-year-old.

The tips of his ears turn red and colour fills his cheeks as he fiddled with his hands, I realize he was shy, which meant I was the first to hear this, I resist the urge to do my own little cheer. “Is that so strange?” “Of course not, I just was not expecting that, I don’t know what I was expecting to be honest.” “Well, writing gives me a rush, it calms me down and still fills me with enough energy to light up the moon, I don’t know if you get it.” “I do get it, that is what running does for me. I do love the thrill I get from Lonelyfans, but running is different.” Later when we are in the car and he was driving me back, I felt that we had connected on a different level, maybe I am reading t

The front door looms ahead. Suddenly, someone steps in front of me. I crash into their chest and fall onto the ground. Here's the thing about running: it doesn't matter if you're the fastest person in the world. You can't go forever.

Chapter 1 The not so good start Author's pov A girl is running in a dark forest where an ounce of light can't be found. The night is moonless making it more dreading. "run baby, run as much you want but at the end you have come to me," the girl heard a manly voice but she didn't stop She ran until she couldn't anymore. She fell down on the muddy ground with a thud and saw a person Standing in front of her.

I hear a few chuckles as my cheeks flush. "Yes ma'am," I mumble, turning my attention back to her. She's lecturing on the novel we've just started earlier this week. I've already read this novel, 'Of Mice and Men' so I zoned out on her lecturing. Drake smirks at me before turning his head forward.

I just needed enough time to create some distance. Growing up, running was my escape. It was something I had never given up, even once I figured out I couldn’t run away from myself. It’s so easy to get lost in the monotony of the pounding tempo, and people rarely question your reason for running. It’s good for you, right? I knew I could run for miles, and I was fast. Give me an hour and a half, and I’d be ten miles away from here. I felt the resident in my brain stir. Why do you have to be so dumb. It wasn’t a question. So I didn’t bother with a response.

Much more and it will be hell to finish our three miles. We set off on a comfortable pace and Crispin keeps up with me at a healthy speed. The first mile goes smoothly. I spend the entire time in my head wishing I'd never taken up running and hating the fact it's now the main way I make my living. The options are get a proper job or keep trucking, and since I've never done well in an office setting, I continue pushing forward promising to finish.

Thе оnlу plan is to run. I’m tіnу compared tо thеm, but I’m fаѕt. I rаn trасk іn hіgh school. Endlеѕѕ hours роundіng the оvаl hеlреd mе рrосеѕѕ еvеrуthіng and еѕсаре. Running ѕаvеd mе bасk thеn, and I need it tо ѕаvе mе nоw. If оnlу I had proper ѕhоеѕ.