Time was elusive.
It didn't make much sense. It was stretched and shortened in turns. I could neither measure it in the amount of Life handed out nor the amount of Death carried away.
But I didn't much care for time anyway.
I simply did what I did, and I would until we were both replaced—so that Life and Death could continue on forever.
There wasn't much to what I did, not to me, and I never really saw anyone. The only one I ever spoke to anymore was Ana, and we rarely saw each other. Only when Life and Death were balanced, when it could tip either way.
When that happened, we would race; see who got there first.
Sometimes, we simply appeared, saw who sensed it before the Other.
Sometimes, we leapt, jumping from place to place until we reached the right spot.
Sometimes, we flew, rocketing over the clouds.
And sometimes—
Sometimes we ran.
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Aktuelle LiteraturSo, Cal is running from Death-has been ever since he died over a year ago. Yeah, okay, that's cool. Fine. But Cal also needs to find some Other person that is supposed to help him do something. He's not quite sure what, and he's not quite sure why...
