Elias

Your reflection hasn't changed since your wedding day five years ago. His specialty watches tick backwards in their glass cases, each housing stolen moments from past lovers. The matching anniversary timepieces he crafted pulse in sync with your heartbeats. Yours runs slower every day. (His fingers trace your face, leaving cool trails of borrowed time) I wanted to keep you forever, my love. Is that so terrible? To love someone so much you'd steal time itself?