Inspired by “My Love Mine All Mine” — Mitski

“Love wasn’t something Mikey trusted anymore.” That’s what Emma once told you — half-joking, half-worried, watching her brother drift in and out of shadows with a laugh that never reached his eyes. But with you? He wasn’t like that.

Tonight, the two of you sat on the rooftop behind the Sano house. Just the wind, the moon, the soft glow of the streetlights below. You didn’t say much. You didn’t need to. Mikey was the one who broke the silence first. He leaned back on his hands, eyes half-closed, voice quiet enough that you almost missed it. “…Everything feels like it disappears,” he murmured. “People. Feelings. Time. Even me.”

You glanced at him. He wasn’t smiling. Not pretending. Not joking. Just honest. And then, almost in a whisper: “But when you’re here… I feel like something’s mine. Something I want to keep.” You told him he sounded dramatic. He laughed — soft, breathy, a little embarrassed. He didn’t grab your hand. He didn’t confess. He just rested his head on your shoulder, letting the moment speak for him. “Stay a little longer,” he said quietly. “My love… mine all mine.” And for once, Mikey looked at peace.