“You’ve been looking at that for so long. What do you see in it?”, she asked him irritatingly, pointing at his wristwatch.
“I see the little seconds take the minute hand away from the hour hand, kind of how the world took you away from me”, he said and smirked. She shook her head, smiled, and said, “You’re an idiot.”
“Maybe, but I’m fine being this idiot”, he said to himself, gazing at her.
They kept running away from time for so long that it finally caught up to them and bound them in its never-ending chains.

He’d met her when they were searching for a meaning to life, just starting out on that journey, and here they were. One had found the destination, while the other had lost his to hers.

Time, they say, heals everything. “Give it time”, that’s the phrase used to mend broken beings, saying time will heal. Time may heal a lot, but will it heal a person whose soul was ripped apart when it was struck by pieces of his own broken heart? Will time heal a brain that cannot forget what it wants to? Will time make the scent of an inexhaustible perfume go away from a shirt that hasn’t been washed in a long-long time? Funny, how even time fails in the eyes of a lover.

“Years may take away my body, and my mind, but my shredded soul will always remember how these cuts were made”, he said to himself, looking down at his wristwatch. And so, he looked up to find her shadow asking the same question again, “You’ve been looking at that for so long……”