You're Mine.

n loneliness was ea

to. As someone who had longed for loneliness and silence for years and who got into university just to get away from the family home, I shouldn't have complained about this. But I couldn't help myself. For days, I ha

ndously. Another thing I enjoyed was swinging on the old swing in the garden next door. From the first day I arrived at my apartment, the detached house next door attracted my attention with its impressive architecture. It was a two-story house with a small garden. The garden gate was low and unlo

ht. I turned my head and looked to my right. I didn't even realize I had arrived as I was lost in thought. I slowed down my steps and stopped in front of the garden of the house. The house was no lo

ack and placed it on the ground. After taking one last look at the house, I turned around and carefully sat on the swing. I held on tightly to the chains of the swing, bringing the sound of the music playing in my ears to an end. Then I let go and started swinging. I stared at the sky covered with dark clouds, ignoring my dark blond hair that was scattered with the cool breeze blowing gently. I felt like I was flying. It

to leave without any strange incidents. I slowed down a lot to get off the swing. I stopped my swing by rubbing the soles of my shoes on the ground. I reluctantly remove

ead toward the direction of the sound. I quickly got off the swing and saw the young man standing behind me. I looked into the honey-colored eyes w

rmission..." As soon as I started to explain, s

tive up close. He had pure white skin, a small nose, and bright, honey-colored eyes. Her lips were full and red. His eyebrows were sparse but shaped, his cheekbones were high and prominent. In short, h

carefully because the smile on his face widened. He

en in a confident tone, was rep

eared inside his big hand for a few seconds. I felt chills. It wasn't from the wind blowing, it was

anymore," he said and his gaze shifted to the old swing. He just watched th

My cheeks became hot with the feeling of embarrassment. I wanted to get rid of this strange moment as

tupid thing. But I did it, didn't I? I left my backpack on the ground. Chewing my lips, I opened my eyes and turned away in sham

one. At the same time, he politely handed the bag to me. The sarcastic expression on his face increased my embarrassment eve

tered, laughing too. My parents spent half their salary on

f his sparse eyebrows was raised. His eyebrows were a shade dar

my back. Then I looked at him curiously. I was more or less

he question I asked in a low voice.

as stunned when he said that. I thought he was in college like me. Maybe he

g my feelings so much. I have never been someone who manages to keep things secre

questions. For example, which department you graduated from, why y

The question caused a stir inside me. I didn't care about anyone fo

ointing to the apartment where I stayed. His gaze went to the apart

umbled, a second flood of shame surrounded my whole body. He remem

when you were taken out o

s. We must have gotten into something he didn't want to talk ab

, Wind," I sa

his honey-colored eyes. His serious expression wiped the smile off my face. I lo

I felt towards him would grow in the future. Just a few facial expressions, a few glances, and a h

bodies, shapes, and images! Death wil

judged by their appearance. But right now, I was confused. It was challenging not to be d

rom where he touched it and dropped it to the floor. I quickly took off my coat and threw it on my bed. Then I approached the window of my roo

ted him by slowly raising her hand in the air. I stepped back, taking a step away from the window. While my heart was beating like crazy, I couldn't understand

ike a

ne, there w