You're The One I Run To Novels & Stories

I think you should run along" "I'll leave then. Don't think you won over me" "I did and I'll keep winning"

Either way, I’m certain River isn’t my One. And if it’s not River, then it’s certainly not anyone else in this room. As I glance around, I can tell with absolute certainty that none of the other ball-goers have what I’m looking for. I’ve tried to remain open, patient, even hopeful, but the tug I expect to feel when I meet my One just isn’t there. My time to find him is growing shorter as the barrier around our kingdom grows weaker every day. A nagging sense of urgency rises within me, the ever-present anxiety that I need to find my One soon, before it’s too late.

Looking at the beautiful scenery passing by out of the window, I said slowly, "I'm going to improve my healing skills." My dad smiled in relief and he knew how much I'd loved Lucian. He'd feared I'd fall apart without him. "I support you," Dad said, "No matter what, I've got your back." I smiled through her tears, "Thanks, Dad."

The bartender sighed in defeat as he popped another bottle of whiskey, watching it gurgle as it filled to the brim in his glass, before sliding it back to Marco with a mix of resignation and warning. “Do whatever you want. It's your fucking life. Just make sure you clean up the mess you're making.” Marco smirked before downing the drink at a go. The pounding bass of the club's music vibrated through his bones, reflecting the pulsating energy that radiated from within. After a while, Marco staggered as he got on his feet, feeling the urge to pee. He slid his fingers into his hair and exhaled deeply, his vision blurring as the entire place spun around him like a whirlwind.

I run from everything. But I'm done running.

Of course, it’s one of the famous songs from his favorite band, Parokya ni Edgar. “I take one step away and find myself coming back to you, My One and Only One and Only You.” He hears the voice singing on the fence between the girl’s apartment and theirs. The beautiful voice intrigued him. It was the first time he had heard someone sing at a friend’s house. Her voice is gorgeous. He wants to hear more than this and to know her. Clark went into the chair just next to the fence and looked over. As there was a light on the lamppost, he could see the woman. She was wearing earphones as she sat on the bench. Her eyes were closed, she wore her pajamas, and her head was still moving as if she enjoy

She moved to the side, "Here, run, Maya." I looked at the door back at her, how I wished I could just run away, very far away like she said, away from this hell hole without looking back. I looked into her face; her eyes were daring and urging me to make the first step, but each time I looked at the door, I could only hear Maestro's voice. 'You can't run from me, Maya. No matter how hard you try to.' "Come on," she urged again; I felt the poison in her tone.

I almost fall. And then I do the only thing I can think of. I run.

I run and never look back. And now he is back…

I don't know if what I did fixes the solution or makes it worse, but whatever. My mind starts questioning my choice of clothing, which sends me back to square one though I silence them by playing my playlist on shuffle. Finally, I thought. This is it. The world is giving me a chance where I can finally shine and be able to change the world. There's no more "wait"; I'll ruin it. I am like Juliet that We The Kings has checked yes. In my head, that song is meant to be my love letter to this day. Run, baby, run