Time is Ticking
Changes
"Time plays against us." Though she knew very well that it was more or less against me; she didn't try to murder him, after all.
Time, for her, it meant growing up; I always played the fool and tried to set aside those thoughts with more tea cups and more biscuits and butter; though butter never suited the works and Time remained static and angry at me.
Time, however, did not know her at all; he was indifferent so he never halted in her favor. Time, for her, meant growing up and forgetting all that she once was and all that once defined her; it meant leaving aside childish memories and dreams and simply losing herself in the logic that came with growing up.
For me, on the other hand, it worked differently; no, in fact it did not work at all; Time was static, he never passed by; he took away everything that surrounded me... Time was dead and I had the murder weapon.
Every single time she came through that door that separated her world from ours, I saw her different; something was always changing and she simply looked pass that, look pass that little dullness that accumulated inside her eyes.
I might be insightful, though it took me a while to realize that the Alice I had met was not the same that came through that door every single time. She was always changing, the weed bloomed before me into a pretty flower; though I could still notice that behind her eyes her old self was hidden; it usually took half a cup of tea to realize this, but the fourth time that she came back, I simply couldn't find her anymore.
"Your hair needs awful cutting and I feel obliged to inform you that you might have had too much cake today... you look awfully taller than before."
"Before? Before what?"
"Before yesterday."
She smiled bitterly, her eyes traveling from mine to her lap and back up again. "Hatter, last time I was here was 2 years ago."
Time, well of course, he didn't even have the courtesy of informing me that the world was still moving and changing even when I wasn't at all; the tea cup all of the sudden felt heavier as well as my hat; I've never been fond of taking it off, but I did so and the cup ended on the floor alongside with various quantities of shattered porcelain that had once been a lovely tea set.
"Of course, foolish, really, the clock must not be working properly, it needs new batteries, it's broken perhaps, I probably threw it by accident, it probably fell, it probably hit the ground and broke itself. Of course, how could I not notice? I haven't the slightless idea how this happened, it just did and 2 years went by like 2 days, but no, you don't change like that, change is gradual, not in the blink of an eye."
She looked at me sadly and stood up, walked towards me, kneeled beside me and grabbed my hands, which had been crumpling the napkins and tearing them apart. "Hatter time passes by quickly, sometimes."