#belyyreka

Time is a river, or so they say in almost every world where time runs in a linear fashion and not in awkward, disconnected pools of causality that may or may not remain the same from day to day: time is a river, and like all rivers, it runs where it wishes, and cannot be stopped. Our time together is never as long as we would like, and so we must now move downstream perhaps more quickly than we would like. It is a pleasant thing, to linger in currents clean and clear, where we know nothing will hurt us. Sometimes, though, the fishing is better where the water moves more quickly. Sometimes, we must move on.

"You saved yourself. I would think that is the most important adventure of all."

Sometimes, he missed the resiliency of childhood more than words could say. But time was passing, and she wouldn't be that resilient forever.