Until it ends, there is no end
The sound of the clock echoed in the huge room. I stared up at it, at its pendulum swinging side to side. Time seemed to be dragging on. The room was bare, with only a large window to look out of. Outside it, there was a whole different world. A world full of happiness and joy. But in here, in this house, the world was a completely different place. It was a cruel world; it was a world without love.
I hugged my knees closer to my chest, and rested my chin on top. It was only a matter of time before the sun was going to set, only a matter of time before darkness reached every corner of my li…
- Until it ends, there is no end
- We should all live until we are at least 200 years old
- What will be there in my new flat?
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