Novel & Cerita I Thought It Was A Common Possession

Cherry had treasured these worthless little things like precious keepsakes. None of these were treasures I covered my face with my sleeve. "These are the kind of things people would throw away without a second thought, Cherry," I thought.

Sloane I walk into my room, and I feel like a stranger. I rummage through my closet and take what I am looking for. I remove it from the box and caress it softly. I stand in front of the mirror, place it around my neck, and stare at it. The family heirloom. The necklace his grandfather gave me. I am finally letting it go, because it will be selfish of me to keep this. The one possession that I have always cherished.

I didn't think you'd mind. There it was. The whole shape of her, in one sentence. Not I'm sorry, not I shouldn't have. Just the calm assumption that whatever was mine was available to her, that my things and my space and my husband were all part of a common pool she could reach into whenever she liked, and that I, blind and diminished and grateful, would surely not begrudge her. "It's my mother's vanity," I said. Mild. Just information.

Two days. Did a day already pass? Was there only a day left before they kill me? What if I never see Ace again? What if I never see my grandparents again? I missed grandpa. I missed grandma. I missed Ace and I was so tired. This place wasn't a bit comforting when it came to sleep. First, the hard floor. Then the darkness. Who knows if spiders roamed around here? I was still lost in my thoughts when I shivered slightly. Why is it getting cold all of a sudden?

“And from the look of things, there are a lot of rooms in this house. I can stay in another one.” “Of course, we’re sleeping in the same bed,” he said coolly, not even blinking. “And your opinion doesn’t count right now. You’re my possession.” My jaw dropped slightly. “How would you say that? I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” He took another step toward me, his face seemed even more serious this time. “As far as I brought you into my home, you are mine. That implies I own you, but not like a thing. It’s more… in a priceless way.”

"What did you lose?" It's a stamp. The security guard frowned upon hearing her response. A stamp? That's right! Why do you have it with you? Is it a crime to bring my stamp with me? The atmosphere between them suddenly became tense. "As the onlookers saw this, someone among them suddenly voiced out. " "If it's so easy to lose our belongings here, then wouldn't we need to bring a safe with us in the future? I've never seen such a thing before." "That's right. Although the stamp isn't worth much, it is private property after all. Who knows what those people are going to do with the stamp?"

As if I were their…. “Sooner or later the children are going to start craving for something they don’t have. It’s not just them, it is a common human attribute. Sometimes we reach out, trying to take possession of something far out of our reach even though we know it’s something we can’t have or something we don’t have.” “Shit,” I murmured, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach as I remembered Gram's words from three days ago. “What was I thinking?” I asked myself, my brows furrowing together in confusion.

Jean said, looking at the brooch, as though he memorized everything about it, then looked up at me, "Does each of those people have something different in their brooch that can be recognized to stand out as theirs alone?" I shook my head, "these are heirlooms that are passed down from one generation to another. There's never been a need to mark it as belonging to one particular person or another." "That means this brooch can belong to anyone. and until we know who exactly, anyone is exactly no one. That's really not enough." "Tell me about it."

"I spent years in the hospital watching people get caught in systemic traps. As a nurse, you can heal the body, but you can't touch the structures that break people in the first place. I wanted a weapon that could actually change the rules." "A weapon made of words and logic," Mon murmured from across the table, his sharp, piercing eyes glinting with genuine approval. He tilted his wine glass toward her. "I can appreciate that. The world is built on contracts and boundaries. Knowing how to manipulate them is a rare gift."

MY WHOLE LIFE—whenever I think that things couldn't go worse—life yells surprise and the next second everything goes downhill. The ball, the phone, Alessio, haven't left my mind along with his words, I will give you what you want. I am not having trouble believing Alessio but I'm having trouble thinking about what I want.