"Never stop running."
Her mother's dying words were always the first thing on her mind when she woke, the last thing she thought about before falling asleep.
What she was running from had changed over the years. At first it was the pain of the loss, then the fear of joining her in death.
But there was no shortage of things to run away from, no end to the amount of people wanting to dig their claws into her.
At least, that's what she had to tell herself. Otherwise she might have to look back. And that she couldn't do.
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