I'm heartless.
You're hanging on to each exchanged word, each shared moment, practically everything we've endured but the facts are stark.
I won't stay.
I can't stay.
I'd kill to stay.
But the cogwheel of mortality inches mercilessly; it'll inch and inch and inch until that inevitable full circle is reached, whereupon I'll be gone.
I'll be gone and you'll be in pieces.
Heartless, aren't I?
