Chapter 1 - The Prisoner.

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3 hours. A matter of life and death. A total of 180 minutes enough to fall in love to hate someone. 3 hours holding the time still to pump your lungs with fresh breath, enough time to craft a wreath to place on your grandmother's grave. 

"If 3 hours could last forever, would it ever be enough?" I wondered.

Would it ever be enough? 

I sat inside my newly upgraded machine and turned the clock's hour hand three hours before me. I put my headset on and there she was, across the street waving at me with the most delightful smile ever. Her straight caramel hair that flowed with the warm breeze. Her supple pink-tinted lips resting on her beautiful and soft wheatish skin, wearing the most beautiful yellow dress I have ever seen that complimented all her curves. Her eyes resembling loops of honey shimmering in the summer sun.

"Who knew brown eyes are just brown eyes till you fall in love with them?" I thought to myself.

If only she knew who she was to me... And honestly, I don't know what she saw in me. I was as incompetent and undeserving of her like the others but she chose me to fall in love with. Someone ordinary. For all I am is a man of flesh and bones with blood pumping through my body when she was magic. The kind of magic that would set your soul on fire each time you connect your eyes with invisible wire.

 Eye contact; a dangerous thing indeed. 

Withdrawing it most of the times if it was another person but I could look at hers fiercely and get lost like a tamarind tree's roots sunk into the soothing dank soil.

Yet the butterflies in my tummy, the thoughts in my head and the urge to fall into her arms and hold her tight always remained no matter how many years have passed since I first met her, no matter how many months it has been since I last held her and no matter how many weeks I laid on my bed with my pillows soaked in saltwater. 

It would never be the same, would it Xara?

The heart holds on even if it can't determine a reason to stay, it just does somehow. Always.

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