Alexa
His dark eyes staring intensely at me, like he is observing me very carefully just like am to him.
"Alexa" He bends down to my height, slowly brushes the edge of my right cheek with his calloused index finger which causes my skin to crawl in discomfort. "You see that clock over there? Can you hear the ticking?" He bites his bottom lip and I watch as he drags his tomb across the wetness of them "that clock is a physical embodiment of time, that every tick, every little sound brings us closer to the end of a new dawn." He squats down to my height and my eyes follow suit, not taking my gaze off him for even just a second. "You see Alexa, time is very fragile and unstable, every little curve, ev