“Time passed. You gave enough. Now close it.”
(Or: Not every file needs to be reopened..)
So many pages..
So many ifs..
So many maybes with expiry dates..
You gave time..
Words..
Pauses..
You waited..
You understood..
You waited again..
And then, the clock hand ticked on enough..
Not I’m done, but enough.. That soft, quiet “this is as far as I go” without fireworks..
Just a full stop..
Rose closed the lid of the pocket watch, heard it tick once more, then whispered:
“That’s all it wrote.. The rest is not mine to write.”
Life goes on..
Not all chapters do..
Some are meant to begin, not to end.
Rose
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