Paris ran.
Her lungs constricting air, adrenaline removing itself from her veins.
'Run'
'Run'
'Run!' Her mind screamed.
London 11:27pm
Paris swayed her hips down the lifeless sidewalk, cold chilly night, 10 degrees Celsius. Her eyes saw blurs of the night, like trying to watch a show on the tv while it was static. The frustrated sighs escaped her lips without her knowing. The booze in her system made her forget about all the horrible things in her life and she smiled, not knowing why but she smiled, forgetting all problems in her life, all doubts and regrets, all heartbreak and pain.
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RomanceRoses are red, violets are blue, my heart is dead, all because of you.
