Running from you
This is a really short drabble - like oneshot that I wrote in like 10 sort of as a break from my other stories. So sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
And in case anyone doesn't know, it's FAX. :)
It's hard to imagine how I ended up here. Perhaps it was the stubborn fighter in me. Or maybe that was an excuse for being a coward. But either way, regrets are within every inch of my being. Every breath. Every wing. Every my pride still stands as an unmanueverable obstacle.
A simple "me too" would have been cold. An "I love you too" would be a lie. Or would it be? But none-the-less lies. The one thing I dispise most. With my heart scrambled, I could not tell true from false. Aching to scream was my conscience. Shouting at me from within the depths was me. A lie or the truth, love was not to be toyed with or thrown around. And niether was trust. And I had mishandled the latter.
Falling. Falling hard. Falling down. That's what I was. A raindrop. A snowflake. Falling. Falling. And finally bursting. Breaking. Tumbling. A magnificent sight that has yet to fail. Cannot be preserved at the height of its glory. Fate has chosen this path I suppose. I knew I was lying to myself. Afraid to reveal the mess I had become.
Breaking his. Is that the price for keeping mine intact? The price I had to pay? Was it worth it? No. To see the pain etched on his perfect features, broke mine on its own.
Soaring. Dipping. Diving. That's how we once were. Carefree. Relaxed. At ease. A state of calm. A least until disrupted. He put his lips to mine. I was a puzzle pieve. Not budging or making any move of my own. Not fitting. Or refusing to fit. I didn't know.
And I'm running. Running. Running. And I finally STOP! That is why I am here. That is my story that abandoned my happy ending at left me here. Sitting on a deserted park bench. Rain pouring down. Drowning me. Drowing my tears. Drowning my hopes and dreams. The air around me suffocating me. My arms around my legs, my head down, vulnerable. There I sat. The great Maximum ride. Running. Running from the glorious overrated 8 letters and 3 words. And running from Fang.