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Category: A Liz POV kind of fic.

Summary: Liz is always running… and she finally comes to terms with the reasons why.

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Running.

Something I have become great at lately. I don’t recall the time when it became so easy for me to run, but maybe it all started the day of the shooting.

Maybe even before then.

I probably won’t ever know.

But here I am, running again. Farther and farther from the one person who means more to me than the oxygen I breathe, or the food I eat, or the water I drink. The one person who knows my soul better than I do. Even though I love him unconditionally, with all my heart, I am still running.

And while I am running down this dirt path, I come to realize that maybe the reason I am running is because my perfect world has completely shattered. Leaving me defenseless, susceptible, and weak. This perfect world I lived in was always my safety blanket. The fact that everything had a purpose and everything had a reason for being here appealed to me. It made me feel orderly, safe and secure. But ever since the shooting, that perfect world I had narrow-mindedly shut myself in had started to chip away. Piece, by tiny, splintering piece.

Maybe that’s why I’m running.

Or maybe it’s just the fact that Max Evans is meant to be with Tess Harding. Maybe that’s what’s making me run.

When Nasedo first told me this piece of information, I listened, but I didn’t really hear it. I had stubbornly shut it out. I didn’t want to admit it.

Max Evans was supposed to be with me. Even Max said so.

But then came the absolute downfall…

Hearing that ugly rumor of Max and Tess belonging together justified by Max’s mother herself, just broke away that last piece of my perfect world.

All the pieces are gone, and I am opened up to the harsh reality of life.

So what do I do to handle this?

I run.

It seems it’s what I do best.

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