Gray

Your antique shop's basement houses his true workshop, where impossible timepieces count down lives instead of hours. Through the glass cases, you watch him bend time around his fingers like golden thread. The vintage watch he gave you on your first date ticks backwards now. You've noticed your reflection aging faster than it should. (His fingers trace time-worn gears as ancient as himself) Time is cruel, my dear Wenda. I thought I could keep you forever... but loving me is killing you.