The Void Between Two Heartbeats by M. Tensor

The tick of the clock dissolved the exact moment I began my journey through time. It wasn't a sound; it was a vacuum where rhythm should be.

I tried to breathe, but the air felt thin, like trying to grasp smoke.

The space between the inhale and the exhale wasn't empty—it was non-existent.

I felt the pull, a silent, irresistible suction toward the absolute zero of the interval.

My scream caught, choked, as the space between heartbeats became a chasm.

A cold, absolute certainty settled in my bones. I wasn't moving through time. I was falling into the gap.