BerriesPoison

Sven joined hands in gratitude, then stood up and picked up the dishes from the table. Agnes stood up in turn, but with more difficulty, and took the silverware that he hadn’t collected yet. Sven came over immediately and gently took the silverware from her hands. "Wait, let me take it" She sighed, but let him take them. "Thanks," she said, with little conviction. She walked away from the table to sit on the couch in the living room. Sven arranged the dishes in the dishwasher, picked up what was left on the table and, when everything was settled, washed his hands and joined Agnes into the living room. She was sitting primly on the couch

I don't want to grow old.

Hi Kate, how is the weather up there? It's been almost six year, you know? Sorry, of course you know. I know that I haven't come to the graveyard during the last five years, but a lot of things happened. I used to come and talk to you as often as I could, even four or five times a week and then, suddenly, I stopped. Actually, I was stopped. My mother used to complain about how I was hurting myself by coming to the graveyard so often and then, one days, she decided to send me to a shrink. She forced me to go. They kept telling me that I had to let go of you. It was horrible. They didn't let me come to visit you, I hated them for that! School

Tick tock: heartbeat of a clockmaker.