Once upon a time it was 10.56pm. Five days later the time was 10.56pm. Even after a decade had passed, when the icy winds of winter had died down and the spring buds had shrivelled up, and the trees had gone through many seasons of colour, the time remained unmoved. Still, it was 10.56pm.
She sat for all those years, staring at the broken clock, the one that mirrored her shattered heart. She never begged for the time to rewrite itself, for there was no need, because in every event pain would arise again.
She wished he would come home.