This short-story will contain themes such as anxiety and depression, even if not directly mentioned. If you are incredibly sensitive to these topics I would not advise reading through this.
Further more, this is a short-story to do with my rendition of Viktor, The Machine Herald from League of Legends, so in a way it is a fanfic.
Time . There was never enough time.
The clock pounded heavily, each swing of its hand pounding like the heavy footsteps of a beast. Each one signifying one more heartbeat, lost. One more breath, gone.
When you really listened to a clock, it becomes shocking, just how quickly time slips through your fingers. It really was nothing more than sand, the fine grains carefully slipping between the cracks in one's hands.
Tick. Tick. Tick -