My suitcase was heavy.
I had packed way too many things in there. I called them memoirs as I reassured myself that it'll be okay.
I was leaving him today.
I was going in search of myself today.
A freedom of its own I guess.
A suitcase dropped down next to mine.
I was met with a pair of strong brown eyes that had dark brown curls falling over them.
"Let's go"
What?
YOU ARE READING
You are mine. Mine.
FanfictionIt doesn't make a difference. Everything is already set in stone. He is mine. Only mine.
