"When you come to — not really, silly, you’re awake the whole time. I promise it’s still you — the clock has been shattered into pieces. The plastic casing sits in jagged chunks around the nightstand, not including the pieces embedded in your fists. The machinery is thoroughly smashed, the wires ripped apart. This is unfixable. There’s no doubt about that."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works














