iv • four
"better live your
life, we are
running out
of time."
・゜・。。・゜
the world stood still for the first time in his life. he could count the individual grains of sand falling through the hourglass, letting them pour through his fingertips. he let tears cascade down his cheeks and blister his skin with their frozen touch. time was so delicate, so valuable, and he let it all go to waste. he watched as it spilled on the floor, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years - all of it, dissipating to nothing.
he had no time to find the one he loved. he had no time to wait for him to come back. he had no time to wonder where he had gone, or where he would be next. and because he had no time, he let himself crumble under the weight of the world, falling into the deep void of deception that lied beneath it.
