The Fractures Deepen

ByJackofall1232

The watch has grown heavier in your hands. Each time you turn its crown, the world answers more slowly, as though reluctant to be mended. Moments you once rewound without thought now leave faint cracks in the air, echoes that linger just beyond your peripheral vision. The streets remember your mistakes. So does he.

Faces you thought you had saved now carry small, inexplicable sorrows they cannot name. A conversation you fixed yesterday returns today with a different wound hidden inside it. The more you strive to perfect the past, the more the present begins to bleed.

Even the clockmaker is no longer certain which version of himself is holding the watch.

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