Written for the Prompts Oh Prompts thread (June 11th) at the Next-Gen Fanatics forum and Greenhouse Competition (Carnation General) at HPFF :)

Run, little girl, run - run as fast as you can. They're chasing you - the groom, the bridesmaids, the parents, the guests - just run away.

(Not into him, you silly girl, never into him. You were just meant to run away)

Black-eyed monster, covered in green, he looks worse than Lysander (who you never wanted to marry anyways) and you know you are supposed to run (again).

But you get lost in the abyss of his eyes, the seldom silence of his lips and you know you can't run (ever again).