As the clock ticked by, it only made me more aware how this were all coming to an end soon.

"It's like an hourglass."

You seemed to have read my mind, yet I feigned ignorance and innocently asked you, "What is?"

"Our relationship," you answered. "It's bound by an hourglass."

"Yeah. That's how it's supposed to be." I muttered under my breath, my gaze wandering off.

I couldn't look at you.

I didn't want you to see me struggling to push the tears back.