Time is up.
A notification pops up on your desktop, it is your moirail.
You are sitting in the same room, there is no reason to contact you via chat, you explain.
She does not listen.
She never does.
She apologizes and you embrace what is left of the troll you once knew.
You wait for a while before letting go, but she drifts off.
Explosions.
Then silence.
And once more, you were unable to tell her how much you loved her.
Maybe you were aware there would have been a third chance for you to meet.
You are doomed.