Time is relative.
For everyone - for us times - we pace differently
I never knew my pace.
I looked at my realm caller.
A red thread, soft on my skin.
It was him.
My Duty.
My life.
For I was his time.
If it breaks, I die .
If it breaks, he dies.
The truth is I never met him.
God say's I was cursed.
See, I was human.
Not really.
But I had a form. Most of us don't.
And right now...
I'm dying.
The subway was crowded as usual, my ride in the metro?
Unusual.
I felt like i had seen him.
My duty.
"I need to find him, I need to explain," I sighed
But I am always trying to find him.
"what if he does'nt exist?"
I looked at my hand and smiled
"no, he does," I told to my other self.
I got off from the metro and visibily gasped.
him.
He's looking around. Is he...waiting?
I need to reach him.
Damn this crowd.
I was pushed around and around. I finally breathed air and not sweat after 30 minutes.
I was outside. No him.
I cried.
Just tears.
I headed to the library hoping to relive some burden by immersing myself in the other person's world and forget about myself.
At least the library wasn't crowded.
The quiet sounds of paper flipping, people coughing silently, the smell of wood and pages, quiet footsteps and a ladder falling-
I head towards the site.
A person about the age of 20, black plain shirt, beige pants, groaned in pain. He had dark black hair and a symetrical face.
Strange man.
Strange man?
oh...
I helped move the ladder and helped him up. I put the ladder back in place. Far away I heard angry footsteps. Shoot. The librarians will be here.
He yelped.
I grabbed his hand and took off.