4. Anthony Abernathy
I stared at my timer. It ticked, seconds closer to that one second that everyone waits for. That everyone dreams of. I admit, it always sounded great when people talked about it, but they never spoke of the heart pounding terror I was feeling right now. The heart weighing doubt that held me frozen on the park bench. 1 minute. I've always glanced at my clock and thought it seemed so far away, that now that it's so close, I don't know what to do. I just sat there, staring at the timer. 30 seconds. Something told me to look up, so I did. And I saw her. She stood across the street, looking desperately around. I stood, wondering if maybe she was the one. I stood there, until her eyes locked onto mine. A smile broke across her face as I heard the shrill beep of my timer. I looked at it, staring disbelievingly at my timer. The zeros seemed to glare at me, saying "Well, what are you waiting for? Go introduce yourself!"
I smiled and looked up, ready to cross the street to see her already halfway across. I chuckled, just about seeing the excitement rippling off of her. I was so distracted by it, that I didn't notice the car whipping around the corner. I didn't notice it until it connected with her body, knocking her over. Time stood frozen as the smile fell from my face like a mask, revealing a look of absolute horror underneath. I rushed forward as red stained her white shirt. Several other people crowded around her, and I struggled to the front. A hand grabbed my arm, stopping me from reaching her.
"Who are you?" a man in a business suit asked me.
"I'm her soul mate," the words found their way out of my mouth, even though I felt numb. I felt the hand release, and I knelt next to her. Blue eyes stared without seeing, and I knew she was gone. Tears streamed down my face, and I wondered why I was crying. I didn't even know her. After the body was removed, and I had been questioned and checked, I sat on the park bench I had been sitting on when I saw her. I sat and stared at her blood on my hands. The blood of someone who was perfect for me. The person I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. The person who carved such a big hole into my heart, and I hadn't even met her. The person who was now gone forever.