He tore through the underbrush of the dark forest, the world an inky-black blur around him. Thorns tore at his clothes and his hair, and he could feel branches scraping him and tiny rivulets of blood streamed helter-skelter across his face.
The crushing of branches ominously close to him echoed in his ears; she was close, and she evidently hadn’t
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But yeah. Love. I only wish I could write something so marvelous.
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Pffft, I bet you can, though! I always think it's weird/awkward when I write about ~love~ but people say it's good so it's just me being silly, haha.
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I loved this. It was super refreshing to see the guy be the helpless one for a change, as you don't see that nearly as often. :)
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Exactly! And having a badass/dangerous female who isn't actually useless, haha.
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