chapter 38- BLAIRE’S POV

The never-ending march of time was a perplexing puzzle that many have tried to crack but few have succeeded in fully comprehending. Making an effort to articulate the speed at which time moves is akin to capturing a fleeting breeze—there's a supernatural quality that eludes our grasp. At times, it seems to linger, each moment stretching sumptuously as we absorb ourselves in the details of life. Yet, in the blink of an eye, days turn into years, and we find ourselves pondering where all that time has gone. It's as if time possesses a dual nature, simultaneously crawling along and sprinting away.