Time
Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds, and time is closing in on you. But you're not aware of time any longer. Ten minutes, twenty seconds, and I can do nothing but silently plead with you to kill him quickly.
Fourteen minutes and this battle isn't nearly finished. He refuses to die, and you can't give up the fight for death. I could count the seconds by my pulse if I wanted to. Time won't stop for you, my love. You cannot rule time.
Seventeen minutes, but I'm no longer tracking the seconds. I'm watching your movement, your breath, and your eyes. By now you must have forgotten time's hold on you, but time hasn't stopped. Now your adversary has the upper hand. Time has sided against you. You're in agony. You're losing. And the seconds keep on ...
I can't hear them ticking anymore. All I can think is more time. If I can just give you more time. Your adversary, this man, pours his soul out through his eyes. I know he won't refuse me. He lowers his sword.
I did not predict what you'd do with the extra time.
Time limits us all. I now know what it is like to feel my time bleeding away. Time is borrowed now, and precious. You must use it well. Maybe, with my extra time, you can be the victor. He hasn't much time left - we can both see it.
I have none.
I found this just now in a forgotten notebook, so I typed it up and posted it. Hope you enjoy.
ShoshanaFlower