The Night My Husband Cheated, His Clock Stopped Ticking
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I've been able to see clocks above people's heads since the day I was born. As long as the hands keep moving, the bond between us is still alive.
Once the hands spin backward and stop at zero, that bond is finished.
When I was seven, the clock over my best friend's head just stopped one day. She drowned in the reservoir the next morning.
When I was fifteen, my grandfather's clock started ticking backward, slower and slower, until it stopped completely. He died peacefully in his sleep that same night.
When I was eighteen, my father, a drunk who lied about everything, slammed the door on his way out. I watched his clock vanish completely and knew right then he was never coming back.
Ever since, clocks scare me. I'm always afraid of watching someone I love get taken away from me.
So I keep my head down, holding on tight to the quiet, stable life I've fought so hard for.
Then tonight, I watch the clock above Marcus Hargrove's head start spinning backward.
What scares me even more is Willow's clock doing the same thing.
While I'm still trying to figure out why, the storm hits that night. He walks out on his daughter while she's burning up with fever and having convulsions, and runs straight to another woman.
His clock jumps back another notch.
Once the hands spin backward and stop at zero, that bond is finished.
When I was seven, the clock over my best friend's head just stopped one day. She drowned in the reservoir the next morning.
When I was fifteen, my grandfather's clock started ticking backward, slower and slower, until it stopped completely. He died peacefully in his sleep that same night.
When I was eighteen, my father, a drunk who lied about everything, slammed the door on his way out. I watched his clock vanish completely and knew right then he was never coming back.
Ever since, clocks scare me. I'm always afraid of watching someone I love get taken away from me.
So I keep my head down, holding on tight to the quiet, stable life I've fought so hard for.
Then tonight, I watch the clock above Marcus Hargrove's head start spinning backward.
What scares me even more is Willow's clock doing the same thing.
While I'm still trying to figure out why, the storm hits that night. He walks out on his daughter while she's burning up with fever and having convulsions, and runs straight to another woman.
His clock jumps back another notch.












































