Run Into You Novels & Stories

/Some things just, some things make sense And one of those is you and I (Hey) Some things just, some things make sense And even after all this time (Hey)/ /I'm into you, baby, not a day goes by That I'm not into you/ I look away and turn my back when I feel that tears are started to well in my eyes. Damn. I am not crying. I should not. /I should be over all the butterflies But I'm into you (I'm into you) And baby even on our worst nights I'm into you (I'm into you) Let 'em wonder how we got this far/

Run. Run. Run.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

Four words. “I will not run.”

All I have to do now is run somewhere safe. I ran into a male figure after only two steps. ****

You make not falling for you harder. ****

I have to escape! I do the only thing that comes to my mind: I run.

Fourteen including Sam and Wruy. I broke into a run. Snarls and roars were heard, and they sounded so loud that I was scared my ear drums were going to burst. Run, Fay, fucking RUN!

I don’t know if I want to run— Or fall.