_Here I go again, running. When I was five there was no point, for running away. I never ran more than a block when I was five, then it turned into the older I got the farther I ran._ The cold, morning air nipped my face and whipped through my hair...why did I wear a dress? And the exact same one I wore when I was seven and my dad had committed suicide, except now it was in a larger size, and I was 17. I stopped when I hit the boardwalk, holding tight to the railing gasping for air. I slowly eased down until I was on the ground. I heard foot steps behind me... Owen? "There you are Jenny," He said sweetly. "W-Why d-did you," I gasped, "follow me?" The sun was coming up right behind him, he seemed to glow..."I love Jenny; I would never let you feel bad. Ever," he said with that same smile I loved so. Then he came down to my level and hugged me, we stayed in that position for a long time. "Sometimes you need to run away, just to see you will follow..." -Anonymous http://ficlets.com/feed/story/22686