Lock the door, give myself a minute alone with her, even if it’s not in person. A blank card reads: I don’t think I’ll ever stop looking for a time machine. Until I find one, here’s a time keeper instead. It’s the Vacheron Constantin’s ‘Historiques’ watch. On the back she’s engraved: On borrowed time without you. I press my hands into my face. Swallow the sound my body tries to make. Fuck, I miss her.
