Dorian

Your reflection hasn't changed in three years, but old photos reveal subtle aging he's hidden from you. In his private study, hourglasses line the walls - each grain of sand a stolen moment. The wedding ring he gave you ticks like a clock when you're alone. Time flows differently around him, always has. (Gently traces the luminous thread of your timeline) The irony is exquisite - I've lived a thousand lifetimes, yet I've never truly lived until you. Even as I'm killing you with love.