Tick Tock Goes the Clock

Everyone has a soul mate. It's a very believed in fact. But in this world, you only get so much time until you meet your soul mate. Let me explain. On everyone's wrist is a timer. And on that timer is the amount of days, hours, minutes, and seconds until you meet your soul mate. How would you react if you just glanced at your timer, and found it to have only seconds left? (I found this idea on the internet, so I can't take full credit.)


3. Sam Hartford

"No," I said, disbelief coloring my voice and attracting Nate from his laptop.

"What's wrong?" he asked, only sparing me a glance from his game of Solitaire. 

"Hell no," I gasped, feeling a bit light headed. The curse word seemed to attract Nate's full attention. 

"Dude, are you alright?" he asked, concerned now. "You've gone all pale." Wordlessly, I held out my wrist so he could see the 5 minutes left on my timer.His eyes widened.

"Dude, do you think she's hot?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with a sneaky grin. That earned him a punch on the shoulder, to which he responded with a cheeky grin. "You better go meet her."

"Yeah, don't want you around when I find her," I muttered, glancing at my wrist. 4 minutes. Taking a deep breath, I stand and pull my jacket tighter around my thin frame, trying to keep out the biting cold. I stepped into the horde of people walking, and I make my way around the corner. There I stand, awkwardly scanning the crowds without trying to look like a pervert. Another peek gave me 2 minutes. I sucked in breath after breath, trying to calm myself, but miserably failing to do so. 1:30 minutes. 1:15. It hit one, and I couldn't take it anymore. Panic took in, and I ran for my hiding spot. The basement of an abandoned house, where friends and I liked to hang out. I slipped through the window, and huddled there, panting, and trying to catch my breath. I thought I was alone in the dusty, dark room, but was wrong.

"Are you okay?" came a timid voice from behind me. I spun to see blond curls framing green eyes. Trisha looked at me with concern, her paintbrush held loosely in her hand.

"Tris!" I exclaimed. "I didn't know you'd be here!" I looked at the canvas behind her, which captured the image of the basement we sat in.

"I can leave...." Tris said, stepping back. I stood up quickly to stop her.

"No, just," I trailed off too, checking my wrist. It was at 0. "Can I see your wrist?" She held it out, and I pushed up her paint splattered hoodie sleeve. Beneath was her timer, which read 0. I wordlessly held out her wrist and mine, and she went silent.

"Oh," she finally said. I released her wrist, and we stood awkwardly for a moment. Finally, I spoke up.

"Do you.... Do you want to go get coffee?" I asked. She smiled.

"Sure," she agreed, and I took her hand in mine.

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