#someone run with me please

“can we run?” you whisper, voice soft with fingers gripping jeno’s wrist in a bruising hold.

“away?” he asks, already knowing the answer. feels the need to confirm for his own comfort he supposes, perhaps he hopes for a no this time.

you nod, and cut him off before he says what he always does, “i know you can’t just leave everything behind here but i can’t stay here anymore. i have nothing to want but an escape.”

“but here you have me.”

he’s not wrong, your boyfriend has been your shoulder to lean on for the last few years, watching as this life consumes everything you have to offer until you’re nothing but tired. maybe it’s a bit dumb of you, jeno probably thinks so, to find the idea of leaving so romantic, to start from scratch and leave everything behind, see the sky from a different angle, but there’s no stopping your wildest dreams.

“jeno,” you sigh, fingers loosening ever so slightly with a guilty inhale, “that isn’t going to be enough forever.”

you can practically hear the blood pause in his veins, his eyes blinking stupidly as he processes what you’ve just said. you rush to slap on the bandaid, “i love you. i really do love you so much. you’ve been the best and so much more than enough since ive known you. you aren’t disappointing me at all. im just not satisfied with where i am right now and…”

it’s all just gibberish, summed up with a burning ‘its me, not you’ in jeno’s head. your words are met with distant attention, your boyfriend left to wonder if this is heartbreak that he’s feeling right now.

“…and if it means-” you cut yourself off, moving yourself from jeno completely to avoid this being anymore hurtful than it already is, “-if it means i have to leave you behind then im sorry to say goodbye.”