The Heartbreak of Humankind

The heart shaped locket of the future pulsed in her hand as she threatened to turn back time on the sands of the hour glass. He raced to make her whole again with one word and a flicker of a fleeting moment and said “If it be but us in the end, I’ll never leave your side for the grave of another”. She took one look at him and said “If it be but us I will cherish you but I no longer want to be in a grave - I wish to be whole again.”

He told her that the sun never rises in the east because the people of that time were told to never look to Armageddon as the answer. The final totality of her method persuaded him to find another reason to once more look into the eyes of her ancestors and condemn her to her final fate of time, the never ending perpetual bliss of life in another body. A future never seemed so sweet to him as it was as if they were reborn.

Her time was nearing completion as herself when she remembered that life never ends and begins with the heart of another. They found themselves in perpetual motion of time and thought that to get out of the plague they were in they had to leave their ancestors behind and begin a new world, as just themselves. Her fever had sprung anew when he told her that the lives that had been lost along the way never suffered in the way that they would, that their love would find a new place to be, and bring hope to the fever of her love of time so grand he couldn’t ever fathom being without her and the memories they once cherished.

He never wanted to be without her again, but the world as they once knew had vanished and he never meant for her to find out that the locket she so cherished was never meant for her, but had lasted in his hand before her as the marriage around him crumbled before her. He took a look at the neck of another woman and swore he would never vow to hurt her, but ripped the necklace away as if it never meant anything to the woman he once laid with. Now in time he had found that the necklace belonged to another and he never fathomed a world so desolate that he could not part from her fleeting glance in the eyes of another.

He stared into the sunlight so beautiful he couldn’t believe they had made it out of the war of the 21st century, a decade of terror had been all he could think about when he knew that their love was never going to make it to the end of the world, but end in a catastrophic evaluation of who he had been before he ever touched her lips in the moonlight.

She meant everything to the one before her, and still she couldn’t think of a better reason to end this plague than with time itself, by holding the locket in her hand she found that the love of her life existed in another form of reality - a mere shell of a man from the stretching of time the past century had dealt on their conscious. She never meant to be a mere mortal, but the effects of the plague ran deep within her bones and she was tired of the life that lay before them both.

She had practiced for this life with her mother, but now all she had left was the memory of a time and place so gracious she couldn’t fathom ever being another anymore and tore the necklace from his hand in a final attempt to seal their fate in perpetual bliss. A never ending moment of a cataclysm of light so beautiful she couldn’t pass out with a simple breath, but elated at the confrontation before him when she stammered, “Our life is eternal at last and I have found the beauty of another in your hands. Our blood will spill and all I have left is this locket, the locket once cherished by another as I see it in your eyes as you so stand before me.”

She never meant to hurt him, but her lungs were filling with air she could no longer breathe as the moment of ending time as they knew it was before them and her concussion from survival was all she could manage to focus on. Her last words as he took the locket and placed it around her neck were, “I hope you find time in another and never take for granted who you are, for I love you at last and will never find another breath to breathe so beautiful as it were with you.” The locket managed to grace her neck one final time as he held her in complete contempt with the world around him. He never could take his eyes off his last wish, that the world would end and fall around him as he held her, for she was his dying wish at last.

The time he had spent with her never meant more to him than holding her in her final grasp of this world and the reality around them; for he realized in that moment that the world was not meant for them both and he had to find a new owner of the locket, the locket so cherished by two women that he could never part with it. The sands of time had parted ways with her, but she was not his everlasting gift of time like he had promised her. She was now a victim of the plague that had befallen humanity and he would have to move on, to be another in time. The man of this world befallen of its own enemy, time and the heart shaped locket of a love so beautiful he would find her eyes again in the beauty of another so sweet, she would be the same woman before him at last.

The ending to this tale brought a desire in him that never reached totality, for he too perspired in the grasp of another and found that their perpetual bliss was a beauty so loved of another, that time had passed by them both and yet the heart shaped locket remained. The heart shaped locket of a love and death of another in his arms, a necklace so beautiful it would out last them both.

For when the sun rose the next morning and their bodies were tarnished by the weather around them, a new owner of the locket came to be as he passed by them both and saw the necklace as it was meant to be, well loved by time and the fleeting moment of a love so beautiful it was never cherished to completion; for he had to find a new owner. An owner he would see in her eyes at last. The necklace never made it past the point of no return like the previous owner, it was meant for the beauty of time to find and the Armageddon of the world around them would be no more. For the locket was safe at last.

The eyes of another may never grasp the concept of a tale as beautiful as this locket. The heart of another is never found in the beauty of lockets but in the eyes of another, the time man was meant to recede from this planet and start anew. The time of life before this locket is never ending perpetual bliss, for it has found its new owner at last - the time man was ripped from this earth and started anew as it’s own creation. The locket of never ending time before it.

The women who lived and died for this locket are no more, but the man who loved her looked upon it in his final grasp of a moment and said, “Begin life anew my love. For we are found.” The locket of time is treasured by many sources, but the man who owned it to begin with never paused at a moment's glance and said, “We are never found in lockets, but in the eyes of another. For the love of my life will end her creation of madness and all that will be left will be this locket, the locket of never ending time in a world we were not meant to be. But this locket stands the test of time, for my eyes rested upon it and I am a mere shell of man, this locket is my keeper and I am never ending at last.”

The never ending tale of time and the locket is this, treasure who you love and never take for granted who you are as a human. For the love of another always finds it’s true owner, the locket of time and perpetual moments, the never ending glance of a woman so beautiful, the locket lives on forever in her final moments of time.

The beauty of this heart shaped locket stood its ground at last, for I have no owner, but mere moments of a concussion of time that will never end. The beauty of time and a never ending reality of this locket so beautiful, it will be treasured by it’s true owner at last, the hands of God. God and his never ending locket of love in the hands of someone new.