Alina Lopez All The Time In The World [No Ads]

Nothing. And everything.

Today, she had taken it back.

She smiled. Not the quick, polite smile she gave to strangers in elevators. A real one. Slow and unguarded. alina lopez all the time in the world

But time was not an enemy. Time was a medium. And Alina Lopez, for one crystalline afternoon, had all of it. Nothing

She bent down and pressed her palm flat against the salt. It was cool and rough, older than memory. She thought of all the moments she had fast-forwarded through: the last five minutes of a sunset, the quiet pause before a good friend laughed, the simple act of doing nothing. She had treated time like an enemy to be outrun. Nothing. And everything. Today