excellent fun 'til you get to know her, then she runs like it's a race, behind her back, her best mates laughed, and they nicknamed her "the bolter"

from early childhood, you never had a good example of what it was like to have someone stay. people walked out of your life like it was nothing, which left you with pretty bad trust issues and avoidant attachment habits.

every time you let yourself get close to someone, you felt like they would leave, so instead, you decided you would leave first. bolting felt like freedom to you. but, it even got to the point where your own friends would call you “the bolter.”

did that stop walker from going after you? hell no. the poor boy was in too deep already. it started with a kiss, and whispering “oh, we must stop meeting like this,” but nothing stopped until you tried to bolt. you saw the little cracks and immediately tried to avoid him.

though, walker was determined to show you that he’d stay.

he got you flowers, called you almost daily, sent you cute little texts and constantly reassured you. he knew you were fragile and the second you felt like something would break, you’d run. but he was prepared to keep you, to not let you go.

now, you two were watching a movie at his place, his arm slung around your shoulder and his fingers entangled in your hair. “i’m glad you decided to come over,” he whispered randomly, pulling you slightly closer to his side and planting a kiss to your temple. god, he never wanted to let go.