A Matter Of Time Novels & Stories

I shrug off his comment. "Next question Jessa. When will you share my bed again?" Every night Braxius has been teaching me the sword and every night he's been asking me the same question. "When I'm ready," is what I've been replying to him. "Okay," is always his answer. It is getting harder and harder to tell him "no," but he's already hurt me once. Unfortunately, I am not fool enough to be broken twice. After the Greek ambassador left the city, my days pass in tranquility while I'm waiting for the hammer to smash Troy. Homer said it took ten years for the wall of Troy to fall. But that was just a poem. I have a feeling it is going to be a lot sooner!

The note was the real problem. Time check: 11:46. Then again: 11:46.

“You’re running out of time.” A pause. Then— The door opened.

On our terms. In our time.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. “it’s can't be? Why not?” Amory pressed, his eyes searching mine, his voice filled with a quiet desperation. “Because I don't have much time,” I mumbled. “How much time do you have? For Emma, how much… time is left?” he asked, his voice low full of emotions. I glanced down at my wrist, where the small timer continued to tick away, the reminder of the time I had left. My breath caught in my throat as I read the remaining time. **One year.**

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

Someone is definitely coming. And we’re running out of time.

This time if ever the time allowed me to see him again, maybe I might just tell him how I've felt all these years. I ended last night's call with my mother, having not given her a definite answer about meeting him, I really feel undecided about this. It's a little confusing on why this time, he actually bothered mom if he wanted to talk to me so badly. To mom, he will always be the love of her life and I know that there's still, a little bit of love for him. I always hope that time wont pass by too long before she actually starts putting herself out there. She needs to be available mentally first before she can make any decision. I want what's best for her and to see her finally move on with

Not this time. It was time to settle the score.