Emery
I continue to run after her down the beach, laughing as we keep on running as fast as we can; which I have to admit, she is a fast runner. I'd run after her till the end of the world if I have to—I'd do it, for her and myself.
''Slow down,'' I say, trying to catch my breath.
''Why are you so slow?'' She laughs, taking a few steps towards me; watching as I press both of my hands on my knees, wanting to breathe properly. Yes, I said that I would run till the end of the world for her but god damn, that s**t is hard as f**k, it's almost making me hesitate.
''Why are you so fast?'' I raise an eyebrow, sighing.
Emma finds this all as a b****y joke as she keeps on laughing before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking her head in disagree—turning to look at the water. Both o
