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Runaway bride.

As he saw me walking up to him he opened his arms for me to walk right into it. As I began to get closer to him, I ran into his arms and felt his hands move to the small of my back as I buried my face in his chest. He then put his other hand on the back of my head as encouragement to bury my face in deeper, naturally I obeyed. His smell was so pleasant, it was a subtle smell of perfume mixed with his personal scent. I loved being in his arms, he made me feel so safe and so cared for. He pulled my face out of his chest to ask me what was wrong, immediately I started to cry when I met his eyes. I never cried in front of anyone but he wasn’t just anybody he was my reason to stay alive. His eyes were so gentle and held a lot of compassion. I begin to tell him that I’m sorry for running into his arms the way I did, but he held a finger to my mouth to shh the last part of my sentence. He kept his eyes on me the whole time and once again asked me what was wrong. I didn’t want to tell him what I know because he will then ask me how I know. I wanted to tell him so bad but how could I? Would he hate me if I told him? Does he even love me…