Walked So Could Run Meaning Novels & Stories

POV: Finn | London streets, Rookeries I run until the townhouse is not visible anymore, which takes three turns and approximately two minutes at the speed I run, which is fast because running fast is one of the things my body has always done easily in the way that some things are easy before you have been taught them and which just are, and then I slow to the pace of someone who has stopped running from something and who is now simply walking in a direction.

he whispered in my ears as our packs cheers thundered around us. I looked around to see our family and friends all smiling at us and I realized in that moment, I had everything I would ever want or need. I was finally done running.

I walked ten blocks away from my house, it was a long walk from my house, but I had to move further, I continued walking till I couldn't walk any further, my legs were becoming heavy, I need to throw the bag, I tweld around then threw the bag as far as I could. I heard dogs barking and I took to my heels, I continued running, though my legs were hurting badly I didn't stop, soon I started hearing sirens, and persistent barking, " shit" I said as I continued running for my life, it will be bad if I get caught this early.

Silent in the particular way that meant the person on the other end had stopped transmitting because words had become insufficient for what they were looking at. I ran.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

It seemed they have found out about the illegal party being held. He ran, feet kissing the land, pounding the tarmac with all the grace of a sack of wet concrete. Perhaps a little while ago he would have balked at idea of running so far and fast into the night, now he seemed to relish the prospect. His feet were made to travel at speed and as light as the paws of a lioness. Breathing steady, heart strong.

Aqua Louise Pov: I didn't look back as I continued to run with all the strength I had. I never knew I could be fast like this, which means I wasn't that of a weakling after all. I continued to run and when I'm sure there were no more footsteps behind me I stopped and bent down as I gasped for breath like someone who ran a marathon, but it is more like a marathon because I could count the distance from where I started. It was like running around the whole pack.

This time I saw his back as he walked away. Asher could walk. ***

“I’m not… pathetic.” And then, with one final heave, I climbed to my feet and began to run again.

It was a very slow process but it kind of healed my heart. How were we going to run with them? That was the question I was still asking myself. They all could barely walk. We got to the steps and it was a war. They held on the steps with their hands, picking each foot onto the step and the next. Others were a bit older, walking up alright but four steps and they were heaving. How were we going to run with them?

Instead, he stepped back. “Get out.” I trailed my fingers along the edge of his desk as I passed, letting my hips sway. I walked fast, then faster, until I was practically running across the quad, thighs sliding slickly together with every step. By the time I got home, I was a mess.