55.

As our story came to an end, I realised just how much I cherished the old days, and how I had taken time for granted.

His rude comments, his attitude - that was the best part about all of this.

Because it indicated time.

And once he had begun to change, time no longer stopped for us.

It was February by the time her clock had ticked down.

The Friday of the game, the first game that they had lost, and their season was officially over.

She knew how hard this was for him, because in his case, playing was as easy as breathing.

But all good things must come to an end.

She spent her last days between his apartment and her own, losing herself in him, as she knew best.

And then came the bonfire, and that's when her time had really run out.

"Sam! You done?"

"Yeah, just give me a second!"

She didn't have a second.

She didn't have anything left at all.

But she thought she did.