Time.
It's easy to understand, right? Things happen according to time. Our lives, our existence, is measured in time.
Times that we miss, times we regret. Times we look forward to, times we want to forget. Everything in our lives is based on time. Our lives, hopes, joys, fears, are the sum total of all the time we have lived through and the events we have experienced within that time.
So what happens if you lose it? If you lose your sense of time, your understanding of it? What if what made you you - all the moments, the events, the places you've gone, the people you met along the way - were suddenly lost?
How then would you know who you are? If you are the result of all the time you have lived, do you continue to be you if that time is erased from your memory? If you cannot remember what you love, hate, need, want, despise, long for - are you still you?
But what if something even grander happens? What if your time is intertwined with someone else's time? Your life and someone else's life become so closely knit that you don't remember what happened to you and what happened to the other, when your time blurs together?
My understanding of time changed at some point in my life. I learned that life didn't go in a straight line like I always thought. Time flows like a river, sometimes this way and sometimes that, just brushing other timelines without blurring. And yet my time blurred with someone I'd have never met.
And the moment it did, I was in a race against time to save both our lives. In the most literal sense, I was running out of time for two lives.
Perhaps more.
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Hey guys!
Welcome to the last book in the trilogy. To those of you who haven't been with me from the start, please read book one (Content to be claimed) and book 2 (Running from his claim) before you move forward. This book is not a standalone.
And for those who have already read the two books, enjoy! 😏
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