BLTime
The man had no lack of money and for this reason he did not feel the worry when the reports of devastation and famine among the poor started coming in. He had never felt hungry and couldn't imagine a world where he was.
The ground began to split and she grabbed at his hand to pull him to her side of the split. He apparently had the same idea because in a matter of hour long milliseconds, they were falling towards each other, and the chasm that had opened up between them.
He signed his name on the line and suddenly the bottom of his stomach dropped out and he realized that signing that was probably not a particularly good idea then he caught sight of the salesman's smirk and he worried.
He loomed over her, trying to learn what it was she was doing. Roxane tried to ignore him as she wove and unwove the strands of time. How he could even see what she was doing besides rubbing her fingers along invisible cloth she wasn't sure.
He lathered her back and she willed the wall to smithereens. A small crack was appearing and as it very slowly wove across the tile, he looked up and took his hands off her. "Woah! Hey! That's my tile you're breaking!"
I just wanted to simplify the mess we had made. She was still asleep and the others were sulking in their own spaces of defeat. I had woken up with the rage still in me and it was only after an hour of blindness that I was able to calm down and in the down from the high of anger, I had realized my failure.
He took a drink of the bear next to him and attempted not to glower at the back of the man sitting with his one love. If course he would never admit to loving while sober, but he found peace in drunkenness, aside from his glowering.