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?