Runaway

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Beth walked passed and put her hand on my shoulder before leaving and shutting the door behind her. I moved away from the closet, shutting the door in the process. Suddenly I was on her bed and the journal was in my hand. There had only been one other time that I’d held it.

If you ever hold this again, I’m gone. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I won’t be back and I won’t be the Savannah Acker you’re dating. I’ll be someone else with a better tomorrow.

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Oliver Kidwell is just a regular guy in love with a wild thing. 

Savannah Acker is a wild thing in love with a regular guy.

Wild things don't get pinned down. Wild things runaway. Wild things are the most incredible and dangerous things to give your heart to. But fear not because to have a wild thing love you is a true gift.

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Warning: This story is full of profanity. This story is what some may call too intimate. This story is what some may call unfulfilling. This story may be reckless.

This story has a wild thing in it, what do you expect?

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A/N: This story is actually modeled after someone I know. It's fiction to an extent. It's nonfiction to an extent as well. But it's moreso fiction than anything. 

I really hope you enjoy. It's been fun to write. It's been fun to just let go and give you all this simplistic story. I've enjoyed this greatly.

(I know that I have another story in the making but I need to write this one. I need to get it out there and make people see it. It's different from what I've written before, I know. But at least I'm writing again.)

xoxo