Multiply - Ed Sheeran

Runaway

Emily and Ed watched the video diary of her. He smiled as he saw young her. She was thirteen since she just turned twenty-three. "Oh yeah. I ran away when I was like, thirteen. Not as fun as it may seem. I was rather... not as smart as I came off to be." She told him nodding. Ed chuckled.

"You ran away?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. It was about... I think... I was gone for two months." She said honestly. "Partly was cuz of that dream about you." She told him, gulping.

"So you running away was my fault?" He asked with a smirk.

"No! Of course not! I just... I was so crazy about meeting you that... that I fell in love already. I wanted to find you. It felt... time. We felt right. And we are right. But... I wanted you so badly that I ran away. But that isn't even the same reason." She said shaking her said.

"What was?" He asked pausing her video diary of her.

"I knew it for a long time. My dad woke up to a drink at night. Disappearing all night. I didn't wanna know where he's been lying. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to run away. Runaway with you, honestly. Go find you. I didn't know you were in England, of course. I was gonna grab clothes, six in the morning, go." She explained. He let her continue.

"My family... sensed it. That I was leaving. They would ask, "How long are you leaving?" ANd I would say "Well Dad just don't expect me back this evening. It could take a bit of time to heal this." And after I left, there had been long days. Almost out of the wrong way. But, I love him from the skin to my bones. But I didn't wanna live in that home. There was nothing to say and he knew. I'll just run away and be on my own.

"I never, ever saw my dad cry. He was cold as stone. It was time to say something but I was taught to keep quiet. I was gonna run away and be by myself. And I did. And I regret nothing. It was summer time so I didn't even miss school. But I made the move of doing it. I loved him but he drank. And that's why I don't. He still does but after I ran off, he didn't as much. I was sick of him if I'm honest. I loved him, but I didn't want to live there. And my cruel as hell mother was the same. All of it the same. My brother sometimes drank. I mean, David did. Rarely and not much, but still did.

"I grabbed a backpack, a flat cap. I grabbed my favorite tie and a pair of converse and my camera. I also took a notepad and pen and stole some money. I'm proud, to be honest. My dad wasn't down with that plan to attack intends to show love. I said 'If things change in days, I may stay here." I... I should say they didn't for weeks. So I went off in search of finding you. And God knew it too. Oh, did they know? All of them or one of them. Aware of the whole situation.

"Things changed finally, but that wasn't until after I came back. They found me about two miles away from Orlando. I was gone for a while. It was a long trip. Long days, long nights, shady guys, a few buses. On the news: Girl runs away from home." Ed chuckled at her voice. "Everyone was crazy about it. The red-haired girl with a camera, pen, and notepad who ran off. Look for her. Red hair, freckles, glasses, braces, pale, short, and uses British slang. Probably wearing a Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings related shirt.

"People recognized me but didn't care. Not many people gave a shit or two. Either way, if they did, I would run from them too. But I came back.

"That's how I wanted to be a journalist. I would write about what I wanted to see. I took my big camera and its strap around my neck. Not like the Polaroid blue one, I have now, but an early 2000's camera. I took pictures and then wrote about them. So much in one hundred ten miles. I walked one hundred two, took a bus for eight. I took a bus out of Hawthorne just to make sure I was far off. And I was far off. Good thing too." She stood up for a moment.