Hi guys, as promised in my last fic, here is my other story. I'm posting this earlier than intended. It's something of a get well gift to someone. You know who you are :)
OK so in reality this is my first fic ever. I started writing this before "Running Late"
The chapters may be slow in getting posted. That is because I am slow at writing. I hope you all bear with me.
There isn't really any pairings in this fic, but that could change down the track.
As per usual I do not own The Mentalist or any of its characters. I'm just toying with them for my own personal amusement.
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Time.
Such a prospect so simple yet complex.
You think you could control it. But that was only an illusion.
It would not wait for you. It would not be tamed by you. It would not care whether you wasted it away like money at the slot machines.
It told us when to eat, when to sleep, when to go to work. Told us how many candles to put on the cake each year.
It was never ending.
Never ending but still never enough.
"Come on, just open your eyes for me." He pulled her closer.
Never enough to do all the things you wanted to do.
Say all the things you wanted to say.
"Please open your eyes." His voice a mere whisper as he caressed her face "You promised."
But that didn't matter anymore. None of it mattered.
She used to think there was always a later.
"I'm sorry..." The silence and darkness swallowed her words. Then she gave into it.
At least she believed in heaven.
"Grace!"
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