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Without hesitation, I put my phone down and got up. There were still so many things in this world that could put a smile on my face. In the past, I was so blind that I was unable to see past one woman. But I was starting afresh now. Why should I waste another second of my life mourning someone who already belonged to the past? … Without Melanie around, time passed by quickly. When I came to realize it, there were only a few more days left before my flight overseas. I hadn't been in contact with Melanie since the last call. Still, I heard bits and pieces about her and Leonard through Kieran.

"You will be happier in the future." I nodded. While the fireworks were still booming in the distance, the sea breeze carried the scent of spring. Suddenly, I remembered a scene from many years ago. I once stood next to another person with eager hopes for the future as well. As it turned out, the future did not reside within that person. The future was here. Right here, within the eyes of the person next to me, with her hands holding mine. The future was in the cup of coffee she made for me every morning. It was in her habit of refusing to let me lift heavy objects. It was in the way she looked at me.

We had spent our time fighting the current. I walked over and sat on the rug beside his chair, leaning my head against his knee. The house felt warm and solid, a stark contrast to the vast, freezing world outside. We were cocooned in the life we had chosen, a life that required nothing from us but our presence. "I think I’m ready to stop looking at the calendar," I said. "I think I’m ready to stop marking the time since we left, and just start living in the time we have left."

" The flames rose again. This time, what burned was the letter. In the next life, would we still have that beginning? I did not know. At least Emily Miller, in this life, would not say yes. The End

“No mum. It wasn’t important until you laid your eyes on me.” “But it is now. Pretty, please. I promise not to sneak up on you at the shop for the rest of the week.” Clara knew the promise was a shaky one but it sounded so nice to her ears to be fair. Also, there was no way she could refuse her mum. Now, here she sat in a place filled with noise and rich, stuck-up people. Everyone trying to show that they were rich enough to roll with the Smiths. Clara just wanted to eat the good food and find a place to lay her head. She sent a text to her friend on their group page.

At the moment, just one thing rang in Andy's head — the Time Machine. * * * Howdy mates! I'm glad you stopped by to read this. Thanks a million! Did you like this? What really held you to read this chapter all through? I'd like to see that in the comments section below. Till next week!😇

And she does not need to know. I took the book by hand, and looked at the cover of the book where there is a little girl standing, and beside her is a big man’s shoes and white shirt placed on top of a red picnic cloth. The Time Traveler’s Wife book. And yes I have seen how hard Irina tries hard to travel back in time hoping to save me from the unfortunate car accident. She did her best. She did take a step. She tried. And even though she didn’t make it and it didn’t happen, at least she tried. She tries to save me and that is what matters to me.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Rule I Write (Eliza) Time believes in accumulation. It believes in erosion. It believes in the slow, patient wearing-down of all things that dare to stand still. I have felt it working. Not violently. Not dramatically. Just… persistently. Objects misplaced. Sleep interrupted. Heat sharpened into distraction. My voice taxed for every syllable. Love turned into voltage meant to jolt me into motion. Time thinks in currents. It assumes everything eventually flows.

When he said it he had meant it or at the least that was what I decoded from our discussion. I can't keep myself from thinking about him. I have tried to stop thinking about Nate but it has resulted to no avail. Though I shrugged and kept on moving as I continued to set the dining table for our breakfast, I guess we will find out what the issue is with time. Thelma came to the dining room with the food set. We all sat and enjoyed our meal. Nate's POV. It's morning already, I murmured to myself as I checked my phone to see what the time was.

Damion and Mel should have been back by now. “Guys, why is Damion taking so long?” I ask. The words hang there, thin and brittle. No one says it, but the shift is instant. Like someone flipped a switch. The room hasn’t changed — only us. Time is the quiet traitor. It moves while we’re distracted, while we’re laughing, while we assume everything is fine. But we finally notice how much time has passed, and worry settles in fast and heavy, with nowhere to go. And we realize — too late — that we should have noticed sooner.