Chapter 10The experience of time was weird. It technically always moved at the same rate. A second was always a second, a minute was a minute, an hour an hour. But when I was anticipating something, time dragged by, every minute feeling as though it were two or five or ten. Like when I was waiting to finish a shift, something I usually loved, to spend time with Xavier, my time at the diner took twice as long.
Conversely, when I was dreading something, time moved at a lightning’s pace, far, far quicker than it normally did. Like with Xavier’s impending departure.
I’d known it was coming even before I had an end date. But now that I did, time moved even faster. And though we spent most of our free time together, it never seemed like enough. I wanted to be with him all the time. Xavier seem
