All That Is Mine I Carry With Me 소설 & 이야기

“It is mine right now. Belongs to me. I own it.” I lifted almost all off, letting the head slip free. The sensation of emptiness was sharp, sudden, and I dropped back down hard. “And I’m going to use it. I’m going to wreck it.”

He lifts me. Like I’m something to be carried— Not something he just broke.

Of end How important it is for me To survive out Dreams To build up safe To believe To believe As life safe In life safe Still addressing self Still escaping life’s stage I build up strong These living days Lively to me Is life I am occupied But by no sin Is temple wrong To bring in disrepute To humans who live And breed On earth Let me carry me Let me safely carry me A desire believed A believe grown What I gain Is much bigger Than what I lose In this play Without want of money Fame and all Just me Just me on my way Right here Right there Money is not the dream If I get it more Still I cannot carry It as safe As I carry me! As I carry me! What I carry without me Is not a joy for me Is not a

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

I stand frozen, staring at the closed door, my pulse still thundering. His words echo in the silence. But as I crawl back into bed, I know the truth. Whatever is coming, the fire, the strike, it’s mine to carry. Mine alone. And yet… for the first time, I’m not sure I want to carry it alone.

"What about me?" He set his glass down on the coffee table. Turned his whole body toward me. His knee pressed against mine. His eyes were dark. Soft. Too soft. "You've been carrying them for months. Holding them up. Making sure they didn't fall apart. Who's been carrying you, Timone?" I looked down at my drink. The ice was melting. "I don't need carrying." "Everyone needs carrying sometimes." "Not me." He reached out. His hand covered mine. His fingers were warm. Rough. Calloused from training.

A reason everything led here. She belongs with me. The truth settles deep and solid. I claim her.

Then I gathered her up delicately and threw her over my shoulder like a piece of luggage. Time to head out. The wind howled louder as I walked out, masking the sound of the door closing behind me. The rain cloaked my footsteps as I disappeared back into the dark, carrying everything I'd ever wanted in my arms. Finally, she was mine. And no one would ever find her.

“Want me to carry you too?” ***

"This is about what I want, and what I want is you. Maybe at the beginning, I was blind to realize how badly I wanted you in my life. But Carm, I don't want to spend the rest of my life without you in it!" "Liam, I…" "Be mine again." Pausing for a second, Carmen bit her bottom lip and then said, "I have always been yours, Liam. But are you mine?" "I am. From this moment onward, I'm yours, Carmen." Liam uttered, staring into her teary eyes. Then he put his hand around her waist, held her tighter as his body pressed against hers, claimed her lip, kissing her deeply with a sense of relief coursing through him.