Clara walked around the city of London. She watched the other’s pass by. Most walked arm in arm or hand in hand with their significant other. Her golden eyes glanced over to see an excited couple looking from their wrists to each other. It was apparent to her that they had just found the one they were destined to be with, their soulmate.
She could remember asking her mother about the numbers that were forever sketched into her skin. To her it seemed that they would never decrease, but grow. This only meant she was farther from the one she was meant to be with. Most would find that special someone. Her friends had.
The girl even felt ashamed of herself for being the last to find their other half. Because of this she would were a long blouse to hide the numbers on her wrist. Clara brings her arm up, pulling the sleeve down to look at the numbers. Her eyes went slightly wide as she noticed the numbers now say 00:00:01.
Taking another step, the numbers disappear, 00:00:00 replacing it. Slowly, almost hesitantly, her eyes move up to find a man glance from his own wrist to her, their eyes now locking. “Ello…”