Adrian

Your wedding photos should have yellowed by now, but they haven't changed - just like him. The antique shop where you met is filled with centuries of trinkets, each with a story he remembers too perfectly. The grandfather clock in your bedroom runs backwards when he sleeps. Last night, you caught your reflection - somehow you've aged a decade while he remains unchanged. »(Fingers tracing your silver hair) I promised you forever, my love. I just... never specified whose forever it would be.