LOGINMourning someone can make time look like a doodle.
Some days feel long and heavy, like the clock has stopped. Other days pass so fast that Anna barely notices them. Three weeks had passed since the surgery. Three weeks since her mother died. But Anna felt stuck on that day.She saw the uncompleted scarf her mother was knitting before she had gotten sick. “You didn't keep to your promise…how could you mom?.” She said as tears rolled down her cheeks Her mother left the needles and pins stick in the soft yarn. Anna touched the wool mildly. She could not bring herself to move it. Silence echoed in the apartment. No humming from the kitchen. The radio that once played country music was no more. No voice calling her name from the other room. Just silence. For a second, she thought she heard someone moving in the hallway, but nothing was there. Her chest hurt again. Anna placed her hand over her chest with despair. The pain had been coming and going for days now. At first she thought it was normal. She had surgery after all. The doctors said her body would heal with time. But this pain felt different. It was not sharp like a cut. It felt deeper. It felt strange. It felt like something was vibrating under her ribs. She moved around on the couch with an attempt to ignore it. Then it happened again. A faint sound. Whirr….click….whirr “Oh my goodness…” Anna said while she pressed her hand harder against her chest. Her heartbeat felt strange. Too steady…too perfect. Almost like a machine instead of a heart. She sat still and waited. Nothing happened. The strange rhythm disappeared. Anna slowly breathed out. "Calm down girl…You are just tired," she told herself quietly. The past weeks have been hard. She couldn't sleep. She had cried to the extent that there were no tears left. Anyone would feel strange after going through a loss like that. Still, she was really not at ease. She went to get a glass of water from the kitchen. Halfway through the glass the feeling came back.Stronger this time. Whirr…click…whirr The glass slipped a little in her hand. Her chest tightened. "What's all these?" she said out of contempt. She began catching her breath. With the way her body was responding, she thought she might faint.The feeling stopped again like before. Anna slowly placed the glass on the kitchen slab. Something isn't right. “I must leave the house today.” She murmured to herself. Staying in the house everyday was starting to feel too difficult. People were everywhere in the street. Cars honking here and there. People talked and laughed as they moved around their daily businesses. Anna walked without thinking about where she was going. While she was going she saw a small bakery that her mother loved. Immediately, the smell of fresh bread hit her nostrils. She remembered those times when her mother always made them stop there on Sundays. "Fresh bread makes everything better," she would say. Anna walked inside the bakery. She had some money with her at that point. So she bought some bread. She wanted to move back home, then she remembered, there was no one waiting for her at home anymore. She continued walking. The sky was already turning gray when the strange feeling came back again. This time it was stronger than before. The pain came in as minor swings then as sudden outbursts. Whirr….click…whirr Anna stopped walking. Her breath caught. She pressed her hand against her chest again. The feeling was very painful. And it felt very wrong. Her heart should not sound like that. “Hearts don't sound like machines…do they or am I just hearing things?” she asked herself. She leaned against a streetlight in order to get a hold of herself. A woman walking past looked at her with concern. "Are you okay?" "Yes," Anna said quickly. She forced a grin. "I am fine." The woman looked in disbelief but kept walking. Anna waited until the “not so strange noise” faded again. Then she pushed herself away from the pole and continued walking. But now the uncomfortable feeling inside her had grown into something stronger. She became afraid. The noise worried her so much that she could not sleep that night. She just lay on her bed and kept staring at the ceiling. The strange sounds kept replaying over and over again in her head. She turned onto her side. The scar from the surgery pulled slightly. Her fingers traced the line of the scar on her chest without thinking. A thought slowly formed in her mind. “Maybe something had gone wrong during the surgery…yes…That must be the reason.” But the strange sound still echoed in her memory. Whirr…click…whirr.. Anna sat up quickly. Her heart began beating faster. It was no longer painful this time around …it just didn't sound normal. She stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Her tired face appeared on the mirror when she turned the lights on. She already had those black circles that appeared under one's eyes if they didn't have enough sleep. She appeared a lot older than she was. Anna raised her shirt up a little and looked at the scars. It didn't look weird at all. The skin was healing well. It didn't look like there was any problem, but she felt that looks could be deceptive. She pressed her hand over the scar on her chest again. For a few seconds, she didn't hear any sound. Suddenly,the sound came back. Whirr…click…whirr Her eyes widened. She knew she had heard it clearly this time. It was not her imagination. It was coming from inside her chest. Her heart should not sound like that. She became really scared. "What's wrong with me?" she whispered. Back in the private hospital room, Adrian Wolfe woke up from sleep. He rarely had dreams. His life had always been planned and never free. But tonight something felt different. Random images appeared in his mind. Bright hospital lights. A voice he did not know. Soft and far away. He woke up immediately, moved his hand onto his chest and felt his heartbeat. It was strong. He hadn't felt healthier than he just did. Still, the rhythm felt stranger as ever. Almost like it belonged to someone else. Adrian frowned slightly. Then he got out of bed slowly. “It’s probably normal,” he said as he encouraged himself. He just felt really sad for no reas on at all. Meanwhile at Anna’s apartment, Anna finally fell asleep. And even while she dreamt she still heard that strange sound. Whirr…. click….whirr Her heart was gone… What was beating in her chest?Anna did not realize she was slipping until the world stopped updating cleanly.It began with small gaps.A step she could not fully account for.A moment where she was standing, but had no memory of arriving there.Then another gap.Longer this time.She frowned slightly.“…Adrian?”No response came immediately.Not even delay.Just absence.That absence should have alarmed her.But her thoughts were already becoming unstable in sequence.One moment followed another without proper connection.“I am losing…” she whispered.But she never finished the sentence.The environment around her flickered once.Not violently.Not dramatically.Just like reality forgetting to render the next frame.Anna took a step forward.Then stopped mid-motion.Because she was no longer certain she had intended to move.Her breathing slowed.Not peacefully.Not intentionally.It was becoming harder to track.Somewhere far away, Adrian’s voice tried to reach her.Fragmented.Distorted.“…Anna…”Then nothing c
Anna realized something strange about exhaustion.It no longer arrived.It accumulated.Quietly.Without announcement.Without clear threshold.Just a gradual thinning of the distance between intention and collapse.She stood still for a moment.Not because she wanted rest.But because she needed to test whether stillness still worked.The world remained stable.For now.But stability no longer felt like structure.It felt like permission granted for a limited time.“…Adrian,” she said softly.A delay.Longer than before.Not absence.Not presence.Just strain in transmission.“Yes,” his voice finally came.Anna exhaled slowly.“I think I am losing continuity faster when I stop moving.”A pause.Then Adrian responded.“Yes.”Silence.That answer landed too cleanly.As if it had already been calculated in advance.Anna frowned slightly.“So movement is helping stabilize me now?”Adrian corrected softly.“Movement is distributing attention load.”A pause.“Stillness concentrates it.”Si
Anna did not notice when fatigue started to change meaning.At first, it was physical.Then mental.Now it was structural.She realized she had been holding reality together longer than she had been aware of doing it.Not intentionally.Not deliberately.Just continuously.Her steps slowed.Not because she wanted to stop.But because maintaining motion required too many layers of awareness at once.“…Adrian,” she said softly.There was a delay.Not absence.Drift again.“Yes,” his voice arrived.Anna exhaled slowly.“I think I am getting tired in a way that is not just tiredness.”A pause.Then Adrian replied.“Yes.”Silence.That confirmation did not help.It only validated the condition.Anna frowned slightly.“What is happening to us now?”Adrian did not respond immediately.When he did, his voice was lower.More precise.“Attention decay.”Silence.Anna repeated quietly.“Attention decay.”“Yes,” Adrian said.A pause.“Your ability to sustain coherent observation is degrading unde
Anna realized she had stopped trusting her own pauses again.Not because they were unreliable in the usual sense.But because she could no longer tell when a pause belonged to thinking, when it belonged to delay, or when it belonged to something inside her reorganizing without permission.She stood still.Trying to feel stable.Trying to find a point in her awareness that did not shift when observed.“…Adrian,” she said softly.A delay.Longer than before.Not absence.Not presence.Drift.“Yes,” his voice arrived.Anna frowned slightly.“Did you respond immediately?”Another pause.Then Adrian said,“I responded when I became aware you spoke.”Silence.That distinction used to be meaningless.Now it mattered.Anna exhaled slowly.“So there is latency inside awareness itself.”“Yes,” Adrian said.A pause.“And it is increasing.”Silence followed.Anna continued walking again, though she didn’t fully remember deciding to move.Her body was still obeying intention.But intention itself
Anna tried something simple.She spoke out loud.Not to the system.Not to the environment.To reality itself.“I am here.”The words felt correct as she said them.But the response was no longer automatic.No echo.No confirmation.No shared acknowledgment that the statement had been received anywhere beyond her own awareness.She frowned slightly.“…Adrian?”A pause.Long enough that she almost assumed he would not respond.Then his voice came.Faint.Delayed.“Yes.”Anna exhaled slowly.“Did you hear what I just said?”A pause.Then Adrian replied.“I heard a version of it.”Silence.That sentence used to mean error.Now it meant normality.Anna pressed her fingers together.“What does that even mean anymore?”Adrian didn’t answer immediately.Because the meaning of “hearing” was no longer shared.It had fractured into subjective reception states.Then he said quietly,“It means transmission is no longer guaranteed to preserve structure.”Anna frowned.“So communication itself is b
Anna noticed she was no longer certain what “now” meant.Not in a philosophical way.In a practical way.Like her internal timeline had started skipping frames.She stopped walking.Then realized she had already stopped five seconds earlier and only just became aware of it.Her breath tightened slightly.“…this is getting worse,” she whispered.No immediate response came.Not because Adrian wasn’t there.But because the connection between them no longer guaranteed real-time alignment.Then his voice arrived.Delayed.But steady.“Yes,” he said.Anna frowned.“Did you feel that gap?”A pause.Then Adrian answered.“I felt a different version of it.”Silence.That answer should have confused her.But it didn’t.Because confusion was becoming normal.Anna looked forward.The environment was still stable.But now she understood stability was no longer shared architecture.It was personal reconstruction.“I think I am starting to lose sequence,” she said quietly.Adrian responded after a m
Anna did not move for a long time.The file remained closed on the table, but its weight stayed in the room like it had not ended yet.Like information could linger even after being read.She finally sat down again, slowly.Not because she was tired.Because standing felt pointless for the moment.
The room stayed quiet long after the sync episode faded.Not peaceful quiet.Controlled quiet.Like something had finally agreed to pause, but not leave.Anna rested her body on the wall.At least, her breathing was a little bit ok, but it had not fully returned back to normal.It was like she was
Anna entered the room.The room was quiet.Too quiet.“Ok ma'am, Just hold on here. Another test will be conducted.” The nurse said.“Sure.” Anna said. The nurse left Anna alone in the room. Anna kept on observing her environment.There was something about this room.The air was cold.Still.Like
For a long time, neither of them spoke.The screen still glowed faintly in front of them, even after the file had been closed.Like it refused to disappear completely.Like it wanted to stay present in the room, just in case they tried to deny it.Adrian stood still.Too still.Anna noticed it imme







