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"Eleanor, if you have any ht now, you alk and not run"

She gave hi she wanted to say but didn’t have the words or the voice to say

"I’d never run from you, remember? But I’ll always run back"

Nora didn’t kiss him or touch him anymore If she did, she feared she wouldn’t be able to stop And she had to go, had to leave, had to see whoever waited for her behind the door of the White Roo slowness to the door at the back of the bar She opened the door and stepped across the threshold, shutting the door behind her

Once alone, Nora stopped and looked down at her feet She wore high heels She always did these days at the club Søren preferred the her days as a doh heels were More ladylike She could do anything in her heels if she had to Anything but run, and she knew that was the real reason Søren made her wear them

She kicked off her shoes and left them behind in the hall And Nora didn’t walk and she didn’t crawl and she didn’t fly

She ran Down the hall she ran as if the hounds of hell nipped at her heels She ran as if God himself had ordered her to She ran as if her life depended on it and in that ht have sworn that it did

She didn’t knohy she ran She didn’t knoho or aited for her in the White Rooet there as fast as she could and whoever it was, he orth running to

Nora’s hand shook so hard when she finally reached the door to the White Rooet the key in the lock But then it was in, and the door flew open, and she stopped running She stopped running because for no reason, none that ht there in front of her

"Wesley…" she breathed, unable to take another step But she didn’t have to, because he was on his feet and running to her now, and he held her in his arain Not from him anyway Not from her Wesley

"Nora…I missed you…so much…"

She pulled back to stare at hi brown eyes that looked at her like he’d never seen anything like her before

Nora took his face in her hands, still unable to really believe it was hiht in front of her

"My God, you need a haircut"