Run.

That was always my first instinct. Thats what i did the best. When things got tough, i ran. I never knew where i was going, or how long i would be gone, because it didnt matter. But i realized that it does matter. It matters to the ones that i love. Or the one that i love.

I was so selfish and stubborn to think that i could just run away from what happened that night. I thought that it would be that easy. Well, I was wrong. Not only did I lose a friend, but i also lost my first true love, I lost eveything i thought that i had, all because of my first instinct.

I didnt stay long enough to see who was standing or who wasnt. I will never forget what happened that night. My World fell apart, and all i could do was run.

How far did i run you ask? I ran till i could run nomore. I ran to europe, where i could be away from everyone, and everything that had happened. I ran away from the wonderful life that i had. If only i could have stayed to fix things or to mend her broken heart, or maybe even to make up for not being there for her when her brother died. But i didnt. And that, i regret. It was a getaway. Not a good one though. The last words that she said to me, still ring in my head.

"Is that what you call a getaway? Cause I’ve seen more spine in a jellyfish, and more guts in an eleven year old."

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