Four Things

All the Time in the World

When he first came, I was crying under a tree. The reason I was crying isn't important, nor is the type of tree (it was pine; I can still smell it if I concentrate hard enough). What matters is that he came.

"Why are you crying?" he purred. He smelled sweet, like apples or something stronger. I disliked him immediately.

"It doesn't matter," I said, standing up, and that's when I saw how tall he was, and thought to be afraid. "I...have to go."

"That's alright." He lifted his arm so that the sun reflected off of his golden wristwatch, blinding me. "I have all the time in the world. And I can give you some, if I like you."

I ran. It was a foolish move, seeing how much taller he was than me, but I did. I bolted away until I was on the even sidewalk, until I was at home and I tried to laugh about it.

I got a text an hour later, from a number I didn't know. Wouldn't you like it if I were to give you some time?

I blocked the number and reported it to Apple. A minute later, I got another text from a different number. Don't try it.

I looked out the window, and there he was.

I screamed.