Amid Clouds and Bones

by Ella Fields

“You stopped me,” I said again, harsher. “You took me into that garden shed, Atakan, and you—” He whirled as he growled, “And accepted that I couldn’t fucking do it.” His chest rose and fell sharply. He dragged a hand through his hair, held it there as he gazed up at the muraled ceiling. “You were mine.” His eyes returned to me, ablaze with the anger roughening his voice. “I knew then that I would rather remain trapped for eternity than let anyone think you’re theirs.”