Michael's P.O.V.
She giggled and blushed, burying her face into my shoulder.
I grabbed her hand and without warning her, got up from the bench and began to run again, I always thought that if I wasn't a recording artist, I'd be a track runner, I loved to run.
We sprinted down the path, some of the trees illuminated with multicoloured lights, there was a fountain which I wanted to take her too.
We ran and ran, we didn't speak as we were busy laughing, but suddenly I heard voices...
I stopped abruptly, she ran into me, almost knocking us both over, she grunted as she hit me with force, "Ouch..." she whispered.
"Ssshhh." I shushed her, I desperately wanted to see if she was okay, but I didn't want us both getting caught, I scanned the surroundings for any means of life, I listened intently at every sound...
Voices again.
My eyes darted towards the sound and there...in the distance, I saw two people.
Automatically I began to run in the opposite direction, dragging Grace with me, I ran us into the trees, dashing behind one and making her crouch low, as did I, behind the thick trunk of the ancient tree.
"What?!" Hissed Grace, I could hear pain in her voice.
"There's people over there! Are you okay?" I asked, trying hard to make out her face in the pitch black, heavily forested woodland.
"I ran into your elbow...I think my lip is busted, I taste blood."
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Be Careful What You Wish For. 2
FanfictionThe second book of 'Be Careful What You Wish For.' Find out more about the adventures and mishaps that Michael and Grace into. Follow the events of their relationship, their life together and their separate lives. Who they meet, what they do and whe...
