She was why poetry was invented, my happiness and my glory. I'd spend days mourning for her, yelling at the sky and staring at the whitewashed walls that resembled my void. I could never find someone like her again. The warm touch, the therapeutic voice. The reason behind a million smiles. So, I trade three hours of my every day to go back in time and loop our moments.
Falling deeper in love with her memories. Re-living the same chapter of my life without wanting to move ahead. I couldn't get enough of my peace. I couldn't break the loop of time to reverse her accident either.
"Wouldn't that mean breaking the law of time and the universe?"
"Wouldn't that mean being the prisoner of a never-ending circle of infinity?"
"Wouldn't that mean being a criminal, ending up in a tangled mess?" I begged myself for answers.
It felt like a building storm at the sea, a feeling of asphyxiating without dying, of existing but only technically. I certainly don't hold the capacity to survive another day living in a mirage. I fell to my knees, broken each time. Struggling to hold my pieces together.
But yet when anyone asks, how I'm doing,
"I'm as good as always!", I say with a broad smile as reminiscence leads me on. The thought of her alluring face, haunting me.
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3 Hours : A Gamble Of Time
NouvellesDave Dalton, a physicist, loses his fiancé who he treasured dearly. He attempts to go back in time to protect her, but his battle is against his irreversible fate. Would nature accept this reverse?
