Tristan was silent for a few moments, looking at the leaves before them. “Life isn’t about the past and the future. It’s about today.” He paused. “It’s about five minutes from now and two seconds ago. It’s moments, you know? Not years. Years aren’t what define us.
Scarlet watched a leaf fall to the ground, lying dead amoung the other leaves on the forest floor. A brief life seems pointless.Tristan thought for a moment. Isn’t that what life is, though? A brief opportunity to exist? A short gift?