As The Clock Intercedes

I had a dream. A dream that even I, myself, find it ridiculous. But as I stare at my wallclock and recalled what I have dreamed, I just can't seem to laugh.

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My eyes grew big when I saw the dripping of blood to my dress. My chest was pounding hard as I slowly move my head to see where it came from. I gasped when I saw a man and his hands were covered with blood, tightly gripping the hands of a clock.

I then set my eyes to his face, very weary, but his eyes tell otherwise. He was huffing and puffing heavily like he's been through a long period of journey. I stared at him blankly, but tears are strangely flowing endlessly. He gave me a small smile, reassuring me that everything is gonna be fine, and said,

"I will do everything just to let you live. Even if I have to beat time and battle with death."