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She felt the harness on the horse. He had made it for her when they had first bought the house and the horses and the land. He had crafted it from fine leather with his hands, initialed the end, and made it smooth. Now he was gone and it seemed to began to wear, all around her time was taking its toll, he had been a thief of time, there was a time he had held it captive, she used to be safe, but now he was gone and her enemy was back again perhaps till the end of her days. She had fallen in love with the boy who stole time, he had given her forever. The couple of times they spend together she never noticed it. The first time she realized it, that he controlled time was the first night they spent together. She remembered having to go home, the second he left, the whole night had felt like a second. When he was gone, every second felt like years and thats how everything felt now. She wondered now if you could love someone as much as you could miss them.
dysfunction.period.
Function.
Done!
Times up.
You are the shadow dancing on my walls at night. You said you don't sing or dance, that nothing functions the way it should. Tell me then how it is that after every dance I end up twirling under your arm, how do you do that without song?