Euphoria

You Are Mine

Briar Rose

Time has passed. Slowly.

Seconds.

Minutes.

Hours.

Days.

I don't know.

It looms ahead as I sit in the dark.

I'm tired, and in this place, it always feels like night.

All I hear is the horses galloping and wheels churning on the cobbled roads.

"Don't mope about it," she said when we stopped to eat.

"There is nothing he can do about it either, this has already been set, this is fate. You can't run from fate."

I looked at her pale blue eyes, lighter than Dorian's, colder, emotionless.

His eyes, told me how he felt, though he never felt ashamed in his honesty his eyes never needed to tell me anything since his mouth never lied.

Blue eyes usually intimidated me but I could've looked into his all day.

To think about him brought me shame, the man I worked so hard to get away from, I can't get out of my head.

What is his problem? Why can't he just let me go? I've seen some of the vampires, they're very beautiful, can't he choose them?

I sigh clutching my ankles and hugging my calves. The chains are heavy and a reminder to shame me. I couldn't escape anyways, these chains were unnecessary.

In my tired stupor, I feel myself come to a stop.

I open my eyes more to assess. The door suddenly flies open and I see Kala's pretty face. Her freckles beamed against her cute nose.

"Out now."

She grabs my arm gently but strongly and helps me out of my wooden prison. It's night and the crickets are chirping. I am at the front of the onyx castle the bridge looming like hell.

I begin to walk defeated. They usher me inside and I am warmed by the temperature.

It was quiet as it was probably around midnight. Up the spiral stairs, they take me

He's there.

He's there.

I know he's there.

Then she stops and I almost bump into her. She turns around to look at me.

He's inside.

I don't know where we are. I've never been to this wing.

Then she steps around me and leaves.

I am left alone in the dimly lit hall.

It's dark here, but it's warm and homely.

It's lonely.

I sigh and open the doors.

It's deja vu.

This room. It's like I'm dreaming again and he's kissing my body in worship. Like it's all he wants to do.

His figure is facing the window looking ahead.

"You're back." His voice rings.

I snort. "Not my choice."

He turns around and I am taken aback.

He still looks beautiful but haunted.

Darl circles wring his eyes, his hair disheveled, and his eyes swimming with anger. He looks so ill, weak.