Word Count: 138
Time goes by and she fears the end as no longer can she see him.
It seems rather silly, watching from across the room trying not to be noticed. When one would just go up and talk to him, but shy she found she could not. For he was too precious to do a simple act such as that, the fear of loosing him was a constant thrill. (Threat?)
Which was odd as he was never hers in the first place, but still it was something unsettling to her.
If time went on, and then these precious moments would slip through the hourglass like grains of sand - ones her fingers can’t grasp.
She doesn’t want to wake to a morning when she knows he won’t be silently sitting there.
If she had one wish, she would stop time