Because You're Mine I Walk The Line Novels & Stories

​I pick up my phone and send a quick text to my mother: ​“Mom, I have to stay late. Lots of work. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you guys.” ​Susana walks past me a few minutes later, throwing me a look of pity. ​“Wow, welcome to the club,” she whispers. “Amy is in a dog of a mood today. If you need anything, I’ll be on the 40th floor. Don't let her break you, Camila.” ​“She won't shreds,” I reply, though I’m not sure if I’m speaking to Susana or to myself. ​I get up and head toward the elevator; a long, lonely afternoon in the dusty basement warehouse awaits me. But as I ride down, I can't stop thinking about what Amy told me: “Mediocre men who have no idea what they are touching.”

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

I remembered seeing her but not here, She walked up to try to hold me, "Who are you!!?" I asked again but got no answer, I'm your doom

I ask the stars, they say you’re mine. I ask the moon, they say you’re mine, but when I see you, A fine line, on my mind, the walls I want to climb, but they’re too high, to make you mine... I get the night, I spent wide awake, I get the tears, I couldn’t hide, I get the oceans, calling the lake, and I get my soul calling for his Grace. I guess I am in love... I cared for you, ever since I saw you,

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*

A thin, fragile line between everything I was… And everything I could still lose. And somehow… I had a feeling this wasn’t the last time I’d be forced to walk it.

Neil Waller had a strange way of handling every fight between us. He called it a reconciliation mystery box. Whenever we argued, he would block me for three days. Then, as if nothing had happened, a link would suddenly appear on my phone. His message usually went something like this: "Open it. If you get 'Better Luck Next Time,' leave me alone. If you get a reconciliation coupon, maybe I'll forgive you." For years, I played along. The punishments changed every time. Sometimes, I had to put up with another week of being ignored. Sometimes, Neil made me apologize in front of other people. Once, I opened the mystery box while he was having dinner with another woman, only for him to

he says, kissing me quick, careless, real. We start walking again. The air smells like rain and second chances. Our steps fall in sync. I glance up at the skyline and whisper, “We did not just rewrite our names.” Micah finishes for me, softly: “We rewrote our world.” And this time, It is not the end. It is home.

You burned my house tonight. I will burn the world tomorrow. And when there is nothing left but ash and me, you will crawl to me on broken knees, press your lips to my feet, and beg me to let you breathe. I will say yes. Because you are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. Even your hate is mine. Especially your hate. I am going to fuck you with it until you forget every name but mine. Until the only word you remember how to scream is please.

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H