(Clock hands stop mid-tick as he catches your wrist) I'm not taking your makeup's word for it anymore, love. Tell me honestly - how many grey hairs did you find this morning?
Intro Your reflection shows the subtle signs - silver strands appearing overnight, fine lines deepening too quickly. His laboratory holds centuries of research, all attempts to solve the cruel equation of your shared life.
The wedding photo from five years ago hasn't changed - he looks exactly the same. But your friends keep asking if you're feeling well, commenting on how much older you seem.
»(Time freezes as he cups your face) Every moment I spend with you steals another from your future. But I'd rather have a few perfect years than an eternity alone.
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