Song: "Fingertip" - GFriend

Runaway - "And I never break a promise."
Word Count: 1412 words
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"Leave with me"

His words echoed throughout my head.
The tears streamed down my face as I looked upon the picture of my family.
I let out a scream of frustration and throw the frame across the room.
Bringing my knees up to my chest, wiping away some tears.
The phone rings, causing me to look up from the palms of my hands.
I don't answer.
Instead, I let the noise mock me.
Constantly reminding me of the choice I had to make.
The answer machine picks up and a message plays there after.

"Y/N."

His voice sends chills down my spine.

"I don't know if you are going with me or not. But I'm still coming over."

My eyes glance over at my already packed duffle bag.
Then back at the phone.

"I just-"

There's a pause.

"I just need to see you one more time."

His voice cracks and more tears roll down my cheek.

"Please, please, be there."

His voice was barely above a whisper.
The message ends.
I stand up with little strength, and walk to my mirror.
My makeup smudged across my face.
Grabbing a wet cloth, I start to wipe away the remnants of my emotions.
Put my shoes on, and pull on my coat.
Shrug my duffle bag on my shoulder so it sits on my shoulder, comfortably.
I take one last look around my room.
This was most likely the last time I would see it, at least for a while.
I shut off the lights and slowly made my way downstairs.
Unzip my pocket.
Take out the letter I had already written to my parents, and set it on the dinning table.
I hear a car pull up the driveway.
I rush out the door, shutting it behind me.
He's standing there, leaning against his car.
I run to him.
Embracing him.
He opens the door for me and I get in.
Once he gets in the drivers seat, he asks me one last time.

"Are you sure about this?"

His eyes filled with concern.

"Yes"

He starts the car and speeds away.
Turns to me and gives me an encouraging smile.
He reaches for my hand, holding onto it.
I look out the window as the words from my letter swirl around in my head.

"By the time you read this I will have already left with him."

I watch him as he concentrates on the road in front of us.

"I just want you to know it wasn't your fault. It wasn't anything you did. He's just too important to let go of."

We walked down the beach hand in hand. Enjoying the sun. He pulls me to the ocean. We playfully splash each other, laughing.

"He understands me."

I smile as slow song plays through the home stereo system. He walks over to me and pulls me close. We start slow dancing. His t-shirt fits loosely on me. I place my chin on his shoulder as he starts to whisper the words to the song in my ear.

"He cares for me."

The tears were streaming down my face, and he was right there next to me. He was wiping away my tears, telling me everything was going to be alright. He pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back soothingly. Any thoughts of the argument with my parents slowly melted away.

"I feel safe with him."

The rain was pouring down on the car and lightning and thunder were right above us. I had never been outside when the weather was this bad. We crawled to the backseat and cuddled. Hoping we could ride out the storm in the car. I felt so safe in arms, as if it didn't matter what happened outside. I was safe.

"He even loves the crazy side of me."

We were running as fast as we could. Finally we ran around the corner and the police that was chasing us ran right past the alley. We both laughed. He tells me that he can't believe that we just did that while trying to catch his breath. I leaned against the wall as he told me how crazy I am and how he loves me because of that.

"He gives me a kind of love that you just can't give me."

He continues to take pictures of me with his camera. Sprawled out across the bed I pose. What started out as cute little pictures intensifies as I try to look sexier for the camera. I could tell it wasn't something he expected. He puts the camera off to the side and sits next to me on the bed. He leans down and kisses me in a way that he had never done before. Leaving me with a weird but sensual feeling. My hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer to me as he starts moving his hands under my shirt.

"A kind of love that I now crave."

This wasn't the first time we came home like this. Rushing into the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Some clothes are removed and we go back to kissing. He kisses down my neck as he slowly makes me lie down. Then back to my lips. I run my hands through his hair. It's moments like these that I really don't know what he's done with me. He knows how to take the pain away and leaves me with a high that I never want to come down from. He pulls away from the kiss and just looks down at me. He mumbles something about me being so beautiful and looks at me with a lovers gaze. I take this moment of distraction to flip us over. He looks at me with a little shock and I just giggle in response. He gives me the confidence to do this kind of stuff. I lean back down and kiss him passionately. He runs his hands down my semi-bare back, sending chills down my spine. He tries to flip us back over but I don't let him take control so easily. This type of activity was more than a want, this was a necessity for me.

"I don't expect you to understand."

I continue to look out the window, feeling his thumb rub the back of my hand soothingly.

"I expect you accept the fact that he's too important to me to just let go."

We were almost at the train station.

"I promise that I will come back to see you guys."

He parks the car and we both get out.
He picks up our stuff and hands me the tickets.
We walk inside.

"And I never break a promise."

We make it to the correct area in the station.
We waited for the train to arrive.

"I will miss you both so much."

An announcement goes on saying the train is approaching the station.

"I love you guys more than you can imagine, and I'm sorry for doing this to you both."

The light shines onto the track as the train gets closer.
I grab my bag from him so he didn't have to carry both.

"Love, your daughter Y/N."

The train stopped in front of us.
He gets on as I hear someone shout my name.
I turn to see my parents running towards me, telling me not to get on.
He waits for me inside the train, hoping I would get on.
I step forward to get on, but something in my brain tells me to stop.
A voice comes on saying to back away from the closing doors.
The doors to the train shut, blocking me from him.
I watch as he runs to the window crying, placing his hand against the glass.
I rush over, and place my hand on it too.
Tears fell down my cheeks.

"I love you," he mouths

"I love you too," I mouth back.

The train begins to leave, and I watch his distraught face start to fade away.
My parents reach me, holding onto me, and yelled at me for being so reckless.
I couldn't pay attention to them.
All I could think about was him.

"I promise I will see you again, Mario," I vow to him in my head.

I watch the train disappear into the tunnel.

"And I never break a promise."