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mi̵ni̶͠-͞͞͠s҉͝h̢̛̕o̴̕t [...] w͝h͟e͠n I ̡f͠i҉ń̛̕d ̶the pieces - suvi. - 12-21-2018

[div style="width: 430px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]í͡t̷̨͡'͞s ͏́l͢i͏̛͢k̛e҉̧̀ ̧f̕͢o̶͠r̢get͏̸t̢i͞ng̷̨̧..͜͡.͠͏ ̨t͏͝h̡͠e ẃo̡͞r̀͝d̴͢͠s,͡҉ ͜͏̕to͝͠͞ ̛̀͝y͢͝o̴̴úr͏̨͠ ̢fá̛v́o͏҉rįt̵̀͝e̢͞ ́s̀́on̡g̵̨

Click... Tick, tick, tick... Tiny hands moved, little hands of time, gears spinning and turning. Tick, tick, tick... The little device sat snug in snow white paws. The outside golden as the sands of time, scuffed and scratched by wear and tear. A testament to the very thing it sought to represent. Seconds to minutes to hours to days to... Forever.

Tick, tick, tick... Such a repetitive sound. Oft the little watch lay muted, resting against the soft chest of the one who held it. Such a quiet sound... One had to wonder if the pocket watch made the sound or if it was only the mind, playing tricks. Tick, tick, tick...

Salt on the tongue. No memory of tears yet they stung mismatched eyes and fell. An odd pang in her chest. A whole in her heart... And mind. Within the confines of an intricately woven mind palace, no answer yet found. Pages turned and torn. Tick, tick, tick... Confusion and wondering.

Why the clock? This little pocket watch? This silver chain? Tick, tick, tick... Trembling paws snapped the device shut, grazing over intricate etchings. Two foxes. Two. "…" Tick, tick, tick... A note of worth. The faint outline of a memory. Two. But only one remains.

Tick, tick, tick... A glitching ear twitched, transparent alabaster against a brown world. Lips wobbled, teeth nipping at the inside of her cheeks. Tick, tick, tick...

Named for time and you faded just the same... A shaky laugh. A broken, bubbled sound. Tick, tick, tick... Dripping eyes studied the design, dancing with turmoil within. Clock...

A cruel twist of fate, or perhaps the simple hands of time... To twist twins far away from each other. But uncertainty plagued the glitch. This memory... Corrupted, faded as it was... Did it belong to her? Or... To another time? Did this watch belong to her...? B̢u̸t͏ ͞w̶h̛o̴ ̶̵̸a҉̶m̡͟ ̢̡̕I̢͢?̧͜

Tick, tick, tick... Bitterness rose in her throat. A twisted gut of sudden anger and betrayal. Tick, tick, tick... How time has plagued her... Wounded her... Left... Her... A͢l͘͝o̕͜ńe͏.̵̢... Whether her memories or not... Kiira knew the sting of loneliness.

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B͝u̴t͘ ͟w̷͝h͢o ̡a̛͡m ̵͜Í̕?҉̸ Wh͏̡͠y͜ ̧a̸͠m͠͝ ̵͢I̷̵̶?́͟ Tick, tick, tick... A soft sigh escaped wary jaws.

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