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We were wilting long before we kept track of time. It was a seductively slow process, one that had claimed many victims before us and would no doubt claim many after. The state of [decay] could only be seen from a distance, when one turned his head and looked. Breathe in, breathe out. Out of the corner of your eye you will catch the slight distinction between the air around you and the air that was once in your lungs, and then your eyes will focus again on another object - say, the stranger who just sat down next to you - and then that distinction between the air is gone forever. The moments of wilting are like that. They are only seen in hindsight; slight, brief, easy to miss, and once missed, they are gone forever.
Somewhere along the way, the wilting turned inward. There grew a concave indentation inside your chest, somewhere near where your heart should be. With each breath you took, your chest collapsed in on itself with the magnitude of an anchor at the bottom of the deepest, darkest ocean. There was no way for any light to penetrate to the bottom. You eventually wilted so far in that you finally folded and collapsed in on yourself. There now is no way for anyone to get in - or anyone to get out.
The time has passed. The pocket watch has been opened and now all it can do is tick tick tick the minutes and wait.
Somewhere along the way, the wilting turned inward. There grew a concave indentation inside your chest, somewhere near where your heart should be. With each breath you took, your chest collapsed in on itself with the magnitude of an anchor at the bottom of the deepest, darkest ocean. There was no way for any light to penetrate to the bottom. You eventually wilted so far in that you finally folded and collapsed in on yourself. There now is no way for anyone to get in - or anyone to get out.
The time has passed. The pocket watch has been opened and now all it can do is tick tick tick the minutes and wait.