Running
So he run's, literally. He's good at running. He is very good at running. It's what he does best. He run's and run's and run's. He run's away from insecuritie's, fears, the tabloids, the heartbreak caused from Sonny Monroe, the good from Wisconsin. Especially her.
But that's just apart of it. He can't stand to close his own eyes because he see's her brown orbs everytime.
He can't stand the fact that he can't say her name or he'll cry. It wasn't just because she found him giving a peck to his cousin, which was a big misunderstanding. It was also the fact that she hated him. She said it to his face with such anger in her voice, it caused him to freeze. She left him to sit there in remorse for something that he couldn't control.
He wanted to blame her. Yes, he wanted to believe it was all her fault. But he could wrap his head around it. To blame someone so beautiful and pure, like her. He couldn't do that and he hated it. He really did, but he also loved the fact that she would also challenge him. Unlike any girl he's every met. She stood out, too. Her bubbly presence made him feel, well, good inside.
But thinking about this makes him feel like a heartbroken mess. Makeing him feel it all over again. Like a CD stuck on repeat. The numbness comes after words. In a depressing cycle.
So now he's running. His messy hair is now windswepted from running. He's good at running. He's very good at running.
And he's not coming back.
For now anyways...
Hey guys, please review. Sorry it's short,