The clock ticked. I watched the handle shake as it stopped at the next second then it moved to the next, shook, moved to the next, shook, moved to the next.
What a mundane existence.
I would hate to be a clock.
A constant, endless journey. Moving into nothing, watching people grow around you as you just sit there and tell people the time it is.
I wondered if clocks have favourite times.
When their hands move to specific numbers, does it satisfy them?
It must be something to look forward to.
However, I suppose it only lasts for a second.
A brief moment.
A brief moment can mean wonders though.
It takes a brief moment for someone to fall in love.
Someone's life ending.
Someone's life changing for the better.
Or for the worse.
I felt my heart beat with the ticks of the clock as I listened.
I supposed a heart is similar to a clock, the only difference is the heart has an end.
A heart is a ticking time bomb, it's only a matter of time before it breaks.
But that time is unknown.
Unpredictable brief moments break hearts.
Unpredictable brief moments break people.
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poison ivy; tom riddle
FanficFallen from grace, my wings are glass, they shatter. Without love, we cease. Ivy Rosier knew that to love, she would have to lose her mind. Short story; Tom Riddle
