Til Millennia do us part

Til Millennia do us part

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The scallops of time overlap each other. As the hour advances our surroundings develop and we regress. Forgetting the taste of joy and the blissful feel of love has become our norm. The futility of ignorance and lack of creativity has become our curse. Was it like that long ago? Certainly not. But what if one man has the key to break the chains of that horrid curse holding us back? What if an underdog took a rather involuntary stroll through the fields of time, halting in the one era he spent his entire life studying about? What if magic was real? "History declared your defeat. Who am I to change that?"
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Sequel to Love Is A Losing Game I could accelerate time so hours pass in minutes. I could slow time down, the world around me coming to a near halt at the blink of an eye. But I did not have the ability to go back in time and mend my mistakes. No, that is something that I had to face like everyone else. With sudden, lingering pangs of regret when I was reminded of what I'd done. With longing glances to the woman I knew needed space when I wanted nothing more than to be close to her. With stinging indents formed on my tongue from holding back everything I wanted to say. That's what everyone did, right? Wait until it's the right time to apologize, to explain my side of the story in the hope that she would understand at the very worst, forgive at the best. But even to someone who had all of the time in the world, it never felt like the right time. And, no matter how many times I imagined the conversation in my head, nothing I came up with sounded like the right thing to say.

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