Writteninsparetime cerita

It happened, all in a huge blur. One I wish I could look back through. To analyse the pieces. To fix the broken memories, to wipe up all the tears. But I can't. In his words, I'm not smart enough for this. I'm too young. I'm too childish. I'm no scientist. I'll never invent a time machine, nor will I ever find a way to cure cancer, or make an elixir of life. It's time to move on, in the best way possible.