This was literally written in 20 minutes because the idea hit me and wouldn't leave me alone. I love my boys and I love writing pretentiously. Please leave a review! (PS I am always looking for prompts so if there's anything you'd like me to try let me know)
Bones stood at the base of the statue, staring up at the ancient, ageless face above him. It was carved into cold granite and managed to express grandeur and strength and majesty despite the fact that it was little more than a crowned head, half a torso and a third of one arm. Time, Bones supposed, could do that to you.
Time is cruel. You spend your entire life thinking what you're doing is important and world-changing and world-making, then bang you're dead and the world moves on. Sure, you might leave a statue, or a family, or a pile of half-finished paperwork, but your physical touch and impact will fade, swept away into the distant past. Even stone could chip and break. What starts as a complete version of you will eventually crumble, reducing you to a head, half a torso and a third of one arm. And when there's nothing but sand and an echo, who'll remember you?
Time is humbling.
And yet.
Time is beautiful. It's wondrous. It's one glorious day after another, a seemingly endless cycle of seconds, stretching out and out and out. Time is days spent lounging under red suns and orange skies, and nights spent huddled under a blanket counting the stars. It's stolen conversations and secret smiles and hidden touches. It's lazy breakfasts and hurried breakfasts and missed breakfasts. Time is those intimate moments between words, when your eyes meet and your breath hitches for just a moment. It's the rush to touch him and the need for more more more-
It's thousands of those fleeting moments, every day.
And yet.
Time is two months. Time is terminal. Time is a deadline and something inside you that can't be fixed, growing and growing and sapping you, like a goddamn parasite. Time is twenty long minutes that change the rest of eternity.
And yet.
Time is golden hair, and blue eyes, and laughter, and strength. Time is every last minute together.
Time is cruel. Time is humbling. Time is beautiful. Time is him.