Sorry for the super long delay but I have had the biggest case of writer's block.

This chapter is short, super short, but I am recovering from the writer's block.

Swear the next chapter will be longer.

This chapter might seem a little weird and different from my usual style of writing, but again I am still recovering!

Time seems to stand still

I peer out the window

Time appears to stand still.

Pieces and bits of details, of dreams and details clutter my mind and clutter my thoughts.

Time does stand still; time would not so cruel as to journey on.

I stand so still.

The fog in my brain does not allow me to grasp the main idea.

I cannot see clearly the impotence of the situation at hand.

Time does not really stand still.

For the sun has retreated and the moon has come forth.

Stars take the place of clouds.

I stay so still, but only for seven more hours...

Because in seven hours time the sun will once again stand instead of the moon.

In seven hours I would once again move, just as cruel time is always moving forward, always constant.

In seven hours I will face the betrayal of my long life friend.

But that is in seven more hours

Until then...

I will stand still

Still as stone

And I shall harden myself like stone.

Still as settled snow

And I shall act as cold, never to melt to slush.

Still as death,

I will be dead to the world for seven more hours.

But what happens after the final stillness of the seventh hour?