He loved the girl with the time bomb heart

I sat at my computer today, with this sentence in my head. He loved the girl with the time bomb heart. I tried shaping it in so many ways. Poem, short story, even a goddamn haiku. It works, but I couldn’t pull anything from it.

I think because, it is the story.

He loved the girl with the time bomb heart. 

We know it doesn’t end well, and we know why he doesn’t get the hell away. He lives her. He loves everything about her. There is only one her on this earth. He knows that bomb is on there, and it’s ticking, and sooner or later it will go off, and it will destroy him. He is wrapped in the euphoria of love, but fear is always present, lurking in the back of his mind.

What does he do? 

He loves every moment that he can. Every minute counts. He presses his ear to her chest, he listens to the tick tock tick. He tries to make her time left as good as it can be, too. Hell, she’s the one with the time bomb heart. Time is limited, everyone should smile as often as possible.

He enjoys the now.

This is the shortest stories of short stories.

He loved the girl with the time bomb heart.

The end.

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