Running Scared (A One Direction story) [Going to start back on this by 9/1/14]

Running Scared (A One Direction story) [Going to start back on this by 9/1/14]

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I don't know when things went so wrong, but I know things now that I wish I could forget. Things that wake me up shaking from my sleep most nights, making my heart to ache with each beat it takes, and slowly corrupting the good memories that I have left of my family. Things that make me question how long until running won't be enough to save us? I don't think I want to know the answer .
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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