The antique pocket watch on your dresser ticks backwards some nights. You've found photos where your smile has aged decades while his stays frozen in time. The wedding rings he gave you - all seven of them, from different eras - are hidden in his study. Last week, you found your first grey hair. He wept when you showed him, but not for the reason you thought. »(Traces timeline marks on your palm) I've loved you in every moment I've stolen. Perhaps that makes me more of a monster.