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Timeless
Prologue
"Time is what we want most, but what we use worst."
― William Penn
The sands of time stared mockingly at me, daring me to stop them. What is time? The thing that always moved forward without looking back. For me; it's a cruel, cold and unforgiving thing.
If you enjoy something it immediately speeds up like a wind blown mill but when your suffering in a pit of sorrow it straightaway slows down to pace that is almost unbearable to bear.
I stared at the wooden coffin beneath me, my eyes glazing over into a state of confusion and shock. I heard faint noises of people crying, sobbing and whispering comforting words towards me.
But as if I'm deaf, I can't hear anything except the same pounding noise in my head. Everything seems like an echo to me now. So so far away.
My heart feels like its been shattered, trampled and stepped on by a massive weight of pain. Slowly cracking like the pieces of a broken china doll.
I wish I could cry or feel anything except this constant numbness.
People keep throwing me pitiful glances whispering about how I looked so lifeless and dead but I couldn't have bared myself to care. He's gone; forever. That thought alone seemed to be imprinted in my mind.
When the priest started talking about how he is precious to us, I seemed to be snapped out of my momentary daze.
Ever since he died I haven't cried at all; not even once.
Maybe the truth hasn't really sunk into me, making my poor deceivable heart unable to accept the cold hard facts of him leaving me for good. But my heart has always been such a fickle thing. Using any ways to deceive my brain, to plant a little seed of hope, that maybe he's not really gone.
The daunting realization slowly hovered upon me just like the gloomy clouds that hung above my head.
The air seemed to be knocked out of my body as I fully realized the truth, my breath constricted and my lungs were burning for air.
People were starting to stare at me, worriedly murmuring to each other to come and ask me what's wrong, but too afraid to confront me by themselves. I threw my head back and let out a maniacal giggle that soon turned into a deranged fit of laughter.
His mother- the mother of the boy I have loved so- stared into my eyes with her puffy sea blue orbs, tired after being used to cry so much. The very same eyes that he used to gazed down upon me with. The very same eyes that he used to stare into my own with so much care and devotion. Used; past tense.
Crack. Another piece of my already broken heart seemed to crack again after seeing his eyes on his mother. She enveloped me into her arms murmuring words that I couldn't able to decipher whilst stroking my limp black hair, trying to soothe my delirious state.
This seemed to trigger another fit of hysterical giggle from me. I laughed so hard that my ribs hurts, choking vehemently from the non-stop out bursts of frenzied giggles.
People were giving me even stranger looks now, probably wondering if I've gone insane. This reaction causes me to howl with more laughters, bending down to hold my aching stomach that is now painful after much deranged chortles.
I barely registered the fact that I was not being hugged anymore but instead was brought forth to the living room where there were less guests present.
I also didn't noticed the presence of a few men that were walking towards me carrying a small silver needle that seemed to glint menacingly in the deficient light and when I finally grasped the fact that they were trying to sedate me, I was too late. I screamed, thrashed and fought them with all of my might. But all of my might still seemed to not be strong enough.
After a few moments of fighting my body grew heavy and tired. My mind slowly succumbing to the peaceful realm of unconsciousness.
In my last few moments of awakeness, I heard a pained wolf's howl.
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