your name is my dying wish.

Sometimes, love is a treasure to be kept forever, a collection of happy memories captured in vintage polaroids, stolen kisses in the kitchen, and everything beautiful.

But Clandestine found love that cycles through grief and euphoria-- when would you stop running in circles while chasing the train that travels to the love that you seek? What's the limit to loving somebody? When's the time to give up?

However, her question is whether she would give up or keep on watching the clock run through the same pattern each day, waiting that one day, things will be better with her lover named River.

Their love had its golden days until the sun stopped shining for them.