Runaways

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November 22, 2017

Sitting on the edge of the of the cliff made me happy. The wind in my hair and her hand in mine. The sound of the waves relaxed us as we laughed to ourselves about the stupid things we did. Her soft chestnut brown hair hit against my face. The soft crashing of the wave below us made the cliff feel like home. And everything we left behind would never hurt us again. The runaways they called us, but would you really blame us? When it all went to shit and the world was against us, we took the high road. It was just us against the world. With her, by my side, nothing else matters. As long as my love is happy and we're adventuring together, nothing can drag these runaways down.

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