Other friendships began to feel that way too. My tolerance level dropped—I became less willing to put up with various shit and shenanigans. With that, I felt more alone. I felt less content. I was restless for the future—for the journey ahead and for a change.

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Time slipped past me like sand through my fingers. All the fun memories flew by in a matter of minutes. Hunter said he wasn’t the one controlling our journey. He only guided. He guided me through time—through sorrows and through joy. Memories of the past are blurred in my head. When they say, “Be careful what you wish for,â€? they should have emphasized it more. I was now twenty seven years old—ten years older from the time I longed for something different. The wish remained.

Suddenly, everything grew quiet. That is except for an obnoxiously loud ticking, whose source I could not figure out. “Hunter, what is that?â€?