Your Mine Ours I Could Do This For Hours 소설 & 이야기

Shit. "I can't wait to mark you and make you mine." -----

In this child, whose life I’ve tried to save in exchange for mine, will my shadow linger in the depths of his eyes? I once thought that I had a million things to say, but now that I’m putting pen to paper, I’m at a loss for words. It was I who slowly dragged you, pure as you are, into the depths of hell. Yet now, I’m vainly deluding myself with hopes that a few isolated phrases of mine could, perhaps, move you. It’s funny, isn’t it?

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

I want to call her mine some day. Mine. Yes, all mine.

All mine. It has an amazing ring to it.

I heard him say it, “Mine”

"Mine! All mine! You are all fucking mine!" Give me some strength to live on, this world is really selfish. ________________________________________

"Mine forever!" "Yours forever!"

*Ben* It is late afternoon by the time I, covered in sweat and grime, stride into the kitchen. I don’t know why I believe that if I work in the mines alongside the miners that fortune is more likely to smile on them and they will discover a tin-rich vein after two years of nothing.

I asked casually. Ryan tilted his body to face me. “Is there anything you want to know?” “Anything?” He nodded. My brow quirked. I could think of a few things but I also did not want to pry or worse, ask him anything that would make him run away.. “Let’s take a rain check on that. I will save my question for something more important. As for the mines…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “They have magic ore. All the different kinds all the way up to platinum.”