All the Ways You Own Me
Frankly, I knew what was inside without opening it.
It was not a ring, but an ugly little good luck charm. He had woven it for me with his own hands. He had spent so long on it, and when I mocked him, he only laughed along.
I found a corner and examined that good luck charm from every angle. It was pretty good.
I started typing a message to him.
[After I finish this cigarette, we'll start our new life. A new life with you in it.]
Before I could send it, someone bumped into my shoulder, and my phone went flying. I turned around to see a very familiar face. He did not say anything, just stared at me with a grin.
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