3:33

3:33

by Gillian

Three thirty three. That was the moment I realized I loved him. For every touch, every simple word. For all he did for me. Because he was going to leave it all behind and go with me.

Three thirty three. That was the moment I realized I hated him. For every ache, every false word. For all he did to so many others. Because he murdered my sister.

Three thirty three. That moment can never be fixed. The clock will be broken forever. Trapped on that time, unable to move on.

I wonder if I am trapped there, too. Broken.

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