He’s gotten into the habit of staring. He can’t help but watch as the sand trickles down over their heads. The time ticking, seconds, moments, minutes.. They all trickle down over their eyes..
He’s started reading a lot more stories lately..and one that comes to mind is about a girl, who could see into the future.. Though she was cursed , that no one would believe her predictions.. Maybe it’s silly but part of him understands her frustrations.
No matter what she saw, no one could ever believe her. Her predictions could save thousands of lives... but she would never be able to.
To see someone’s time change drastically is an experience he always dreads.
..the last time he tried to warn someone..it didn’t go well.
Cold fingers gently touch his throat, tracing the scars left, and the sore vocal cords...
that would be the first, and last time he’d see his own time, ticking down to zero.
It’s a terrible fate, to know when time will end...
but...footsteps on the sand fade eventually, as the ocean washes over the shore.
All he can do is sit and watch the sunset, until the water finally takes him too..