Watching the clock, waiting for it.
But when you’re waiting for something that’s not meant to nor intended to arrive, you’re fighting a futile battle with time. You pray for the gods to instill their virtuous patience in you, you make deals with them that you know you’ll never be able to keep but faith is all you have. You allot yourself X amount of time you are willing to wait, and it is all in vain. A diminished hope eats away at you. What’s left is a broken aching heart and a head full of fear.
I can plead and beg with fate, for the hands to work in my favor, but who am I to try and control what’s not in my destiny. The hardest part of it all, is accepting that.
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