Romans & histoires This Is The Time Of Our Lives

No matter what happens, our time is running out… --To be continued…

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

"...in sickness and in health..." "...to love and to cherish..." "...to love and to cherish..." "...till time do us part." "Time?," Zia thought to herself. "Isn't it supposed to be death?" "Zia?" The minister tried to get her attention, seeing that she'd spaced out. "Till time do us part," Zia continued and curved up a smile as she met the green hues in Edward's eyes. BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP

I smiled bitterly in my heart, 'Maybe this is the best path given to us. On this earth, nothing lasts forever. All will disappear over time. Only memories make everything feel alive. And while we still have the opportunity with our closest time, then take advantage of it. For all is in vain when it is not in time!'

This wasn't the end. This was the beginning. And we were all running out of time.

It's not enough time, but it's all we have. So we make it count.

"Our engagement party is going to be bigger than anything you saw tonight." There it was again: next time. For ten years I'd followed him, from a little border town all the way to the Sinclair estate, surviving one hail of bullets after another and collecting more scars than I could count. And all I ever got in return was next time. I looked up at him and said, quietly, "But I can't wait for next time." His brow creased. "My father is very sick." "I want him to see my happiness for himself, within the week. So he won't have any regrets."

And I tell myself that this is it, life, this is it love, this is it happiness, to tell the truth, to recognize those we love, to accept to be loved, to live, finally, after all these years, after all these lies, after all these fears, after all these flights, to live, quite simply, to live, forever, for eternity, for the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love. ---

"Even if I stick it back on a branch… It's not going to come back to life." I stood up and looked at the glittering waters of the Karnell River in the distance. My lips curved slightly. "Shane, you know what? These past two years in Camford have been the years when I've felt the most free in my entire life. "I am no longer someone's wife or mother. I'm just myself. "I finally understand that love isn't just about sacrificing humbly. It's about equal respect." He stood frozen to the spot, looking as pale as a sheet.

I need a moment to let the idea settle in. “Why does it always seem like time runs through the hourglass of my life so quickly, Justice?” “A question I wish I could answer for both of us.” She laments. “Let’s hope there are enough grains to last us a thousand lifetimes.” “Milo?” I look up at him and frown. “I have to go back to work.” His smile fades. “Y-you mean like… not in three months from now… don’t you?”