You're Mine.

to the chaos of the city. From the moment I started university, I would make friends, I would not act shy, I would meet the love of my life in one of the corridors of the school... Sounds

will remain on my character and skin forever. I was one of the biggest responsible for this. I always tried to make people not feel the way I did, I always tried to understand them. But they ne

name. When I turned around, I saw a pair of black eyes. This was

I kn

ft cheek. What he said made me feel ashamed. We had been in the same class for a week and I didn't even know

aid and smiled fakely out of politeness. I nev

ues in the city center, we will send the address to the group. You should come." After saying this, he smiled sincerely again. Why was he smiling so much? Why was

a low voice, while the antisoc

ight. His voice echoed in my mind as he said his name; "I am the Wind." A small smile appeared on my face. A movement that I couldn't describe came to life inside me. Just remembering his voice excited me. Something about him attracted me in a way I couldn't describe. Wh

o him for the first time. Or his mysterious situation caught my attention, why was he taken off the patient transport vehicl

shness. I wasted my time on a man who w

ould listen like crazy. Music always fueled my feelings. I should have listened right now, I should have done justice to this little excitement that started to surround my body. However, one of my pockets was

I didn't listen to music in the morning, I didn't even put my han

t, on the

must have dro

reason to s

as I s

was his name. He was a stranger. It wasn't healthy for me to think

my mind with his mysterious li

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was like to liv

the largest houses in the neighborhood. It was both beautiful and scary. If you have a large family, it could be a suitable and useful house. But if you don't have anyone, bein

kets and continued to wait. I took a deep breath and took a step back. As I was getting ready to leave, the door opened at great speed. When I saw the honey-colored eyes, my heart beat faster. His wavy, light brown hair was messier than usu

n. I laughed nervously. While seconds ago I thought the house was full

muttered and to

oo. Even the word death looked extrem

one of the darkest shades of red, and his perfect face was covered in the lightest shades of white. He resembled a

ht, it wasn't appropriate, but I couldn't stop myself. Maybe it was the first time I wanted to do something risky and stepped into his house. While the shy, timid girl inside me was screaming that this was so wrong, the brave side of me was saying, "It's

s huge house. When I entered the door, a huge hall welcomed me. There was an American kitchen on the left side of the living room, and stairs going up and down on the

ks, I'm sorry." When he said, I

ou just came

kitchen. I followed him behind his quick steps. When we

t do

e me was sayi

pened the last time you w

nd slowly turned towards me without touching the coffee machine it was re

sed my eyebrows in surprise. Ha

took a step back, leaned on the counter behind him, and raised his hand, moving the headset away from me. My eyebrows furrowed in surprise, I wasn't expecting such a move. I was stunned, but I didn't retre

life. I could have screamed and left the house. But I didn't do that. At this very moment, I had silenced my paranoid side and awakened my sarcastic side. Without protesting, I took the other headset f

Where's

ealizing the beauty of her long and curled eyelashes. As the me

words hit my face. I was examining her perfect face. I said I don't like s

felt like I would disappear if I touched it. If I touched him, it was as if I could erase all his tiredness. When I was inches away from touching it, I gave up, curled my fingers, and

ut to end. Maybe it was the first time tha

said that, I looked at him with curiosity. What caused him to

ever meet a man as mysterious as him again. As a psychology student, the thing I enjoyed most was solving mysterious souls. That was the job of psychology, f

ch at night," he explained, his lips

s situation," I said, continuing to look at him carefully.

mind are strong." He refused to

I replied. We had a metaphorical dialogue

ly. I looked at him impressed. While his word games should have annoyed me, the

ike a compl

knot I would mo

nt to be