Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, or the chapter introduction quotes.
Before It's Too Late
Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Years. Months. Weeks. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds.
It is rarely understood, yet always taken for granted.
I'll have time to do it tomorrow.
Time allows the importance of expressing something to be diminished because we have the rest of our lives.
I'll love you forever but I never tell you every day of my life.
If there is anything I learned from this life that I wish I had known before, it would always come down to the importance of time.
I would never have to count the seconds before it would be too late.
I would never have to count the days, knowing mine were numbered like everyone else's.
I would never have to count the months, praying he would return to me.
I would never have to count the years, wondering where it all went wrong.
I could have all of eternity and still it would never be enough.
Never enough to tell him.
Never enough to enjoy it.
But I don't have eternity.
I never even had him.
And now it's too late for me, for him, for us.
Why did I have to count?
I'm letting the story sit on this prologue for the moment so I can gage how many people are even intrigued by what's going on.
The first chapter is ready and will be posted in a few hours.
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