Mar 10, 2019
His feet hammer against the pavement at full speed, there is blood that trickles from the cut on his cheek and, in all fairness, he might look a lot like someone you would try and avoid on the streets. Turning the corner, he nearly runs smack bang into her, and it is enough for him to stop in his tracks for a hot minute. “Whoa ---- oh ---” he knows her, remembers her face. His hand is finding her arm, and he’s tugging slightly. Ben moves past her, but keeps his gaze locked onto hers. Silently pleading for her to trust him with his eyes. “R---run!” / ( @enlive ♥’d. )