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