reckless youth.

his hand never lets go of yours and feet struggle to keep up; laughter rings in the air and
the only word that could describe this feeling is bliss.

you don’t know how long you’ve been running and you don’t know what you’re running from.
you don’t know where you’re going or where you’ll end up–

but he promises he’ll stay with you. he promises that he’ll protect you– no matter where you go.

his hair is messy and he needs to catch his breath for a moment– but he laughs again and squeezes your hand.

“ready?”

“ready.”