#17. Clock
The clock in the corner ticks loudly.
Tobias kneels beside the cold metal table, Tris' lifeless hand in his. Another wail forces through his throat as tears spill from his eyes the same way the blood must have spilled from her body when life left her. He squeezes her hand, wishing she would wake up. Tobias peers at the clock in the corner. He silently pleads for time to turn back, so he can change things, so he can see her again—bright, burning, and alive. He pleads the clock to stop.
But the clock keeps ticking its steady beat.