The bell tower rings for a minute signaling the time has arrived. Then it bongs a minute more, a minor key, signaling you're late arrival. The koi wave their goodbye. The past screams out in agony. They all shake their head. 'I told you so,' you hear him saying.
This is what it comes down to. Three and thirteen were your favorite numbers but now they almost seemed cursed.
The bell tower still rings it's haunting minor key in your ear. Your heart bubbles lava and spits out anger as the tears stream down your face. Your teeth take the burden of pressure from your mind. You can't get out of this one. There's no escaping. Everything you dreamed of comes crumbling down and you're left at the foot of its destruction. The year you tried to get through just threw acid in your face and you're left with nothing.
The ringing is gone. It's replaced with Silent Night. "God save me," you say. You hope he already has. Maybe this is what you need. You can be done with it all. You can close the book and call it the end. You found one of the things you were looking for, why go on? You could do things you've never done before. You don't have to worry about conflicts or someone else keeping time for you. Go out and live for once. But this is just as terrifying as continuing the same, worn out chapter. "Merry Christmas."
