A/N: Rated K+ for dark themes. I do not own Digimon.


How much does one life mean? Will the world halt if one person dies? Will time cease to have meaning? Will life on Earth crumble to dust?

No. The world keeps spinning, the sun keeps setting, time keeps moving. There is no stopping Earth, no stopping the Sun, no stopping Time. Even Human Nature is an unstoppable force, still chugging along through the most disturbing of matters.

But how? How can the world keep spinning, how can time still have meaning, how can humans keep going when my brother is dead?

My hourglass tipped to the side the day his life was taken. I wasn't moving forward; I wasn't moving backward. I was paralyzed, trapped by the sands of time. I tried to get up, get out of the quicksand that pulled me into place, but I was far too weak to escaped the glass-encased hourglass.

October.

November.

December.

Months went by. Years went by. Yet I, ensnared in the glass casing that held my yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows, remained unmoved. The world spun. The sun rose. People lived.

I was the only one who stopped.

January.

February.

March.

The seasons melted from winter to spring, and the world became reborn. But my brother would never taste the sweet air of spring again, and even these warm breezes couldn't melt my frozen heart.

April.

May.

June.

Summer came and summer went, not daring to even nudge me, afraid my coldness would seep into its own happiness and wash away its own warmth and love.

July.

August.

September.

"T.K.," my mother whispered to me. "This has got to stop."

Stop? Haven't all I've been doing is stopping? I want to go, break loose of these chains that hold me here in this unchanging cell. I want to beat my unused wings against the sky and make up all the Time I've wasted.

But I can't.

Because I'm stopped.

October.

November.

December.

Everything looks familiar. Everything looks the same. The coldness in the world reflects the coldness in my heart.

Stop.

Everything has stopped.


A/N: Hasn't everyone had these moments where something major happens in your life and you just stop? I know I've had my share. Recently my very best friend in the whole wide world has had to go through some pretty deep stuff, and yet she hasn't given up to that "stop" feeling. I admire her more and more everyday. So this is for you, K.N.K.