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Maybe Not the Worst Coffeeshop Ever

I can't believe it.  15 minutes to go on my timer - that's on my morning coffee run.  I can't meet my Soulmate while caffeine-deprived.  It wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that this coffeeshop was horrible, and it was the only one in my tiny town.  I had to go.  I usually made my own coffee, except when I was feeling too lazy, but my timer...

I don't hurry through my morning routine, trying to delay enough to avoid meeting my Soulmate at the coffeeshop, but it doesn't work.

I get into line.  3 minutes.  Maybe the line would move fast enough that I could meet my Soulmate outside the coffeeshop instead.

2 minutes.  That clearly wasn't happening.  I don't know why I even bothered hoping; both the service and the coffee here were terrible.

30 seconds.  "I hate this place so much," I mutter, sighing.  "I need my coffee though."

5 seconds.  I look around, trying to spot someone who looked as nervous as I probably did.

4 seconds.  I'm near the front of the line; there's only one person in front of me now.

3 seconds.  I really hope my Soulmate doesn't come in while I'm ordering, that would be kind of awkward..

2 seconds.  The guy in front of me is taking his time ordering - probably trying to decide which coffee is the least terrible today.

1 second.  I tap my foot, trying to figure out who it is, since no one new has come in.

My timer beeps in sync with someone else's - I can't tell whose when I'm in close proximity with so many others -, and the guy in front of me turns around.  "Well," he says.  "Maybe we should step out of line, Soulmate?"

There's a bit of clapping from the others in the shop, and, laughing, I follow my Soulmate out onto the sidewalk.

"I'm Riley," I say with a warm smile.  "I didn't expect to meet my Soulmate at the worst coffee shop of all time, but so be it."

"Corby," the guy says.  He's quite handsome, with short black hair and pale blue eyes.  "I regret not dressing to impress, now, but I thought I still had like an hour on my timer so I could change before it went off.  Clearly I was wrong."

I laugh again.  "I always thought that if someone was my Soulmate, they would care about my personality, not how fancily I'm dressed, so I didn't bother to really do much."

"I can tell," Corby says with a grin, "but you don't look bad.  Besides, you have a point."

"You know, maybe this coffeeshop isn't the worst one of all time.  After all, we did meet there," I reply.

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0000 Days 001 hour(s) 023 minute(s) 45 second(s) Finally. It’s been 40 years. Yes, I dated around for a bit, but with every partner we eventually broke it off, knowing full well we weren’t soul mates. Many of my old classmates and friends found their soulmates early on. But it’s ok. I got used to it after some point. But now it’s my time. I finally get to meet the person of my dreams after all these years. Would they be tall and beautiful? Or mysterious and handsome. Reading the other stories people told about meeting their soulmates filled me with excitement. Only time will tell. I sat on the park bench clutching the clock on my wrist. 0000 d 000 h 020 m 30 s 0000 d 000 h 012 m 15 s 0000 d 000 h 003 m 20 s 0000 d 000 h 000 m 05 s 0000 d 000 h 000 m 04 s 0000 d 000 h 000 m 03 s 0000 d 000 h 000 m 02 s 0000 d 000 h 000 m 01 s .... 1 second. I tapped my watch. What was going on? Why did the clock stop? I looked around and there wasn’t a person in sight. I burried my face into my hands, wet with tears. I knew it. I was unlovable. I walked until my feet couldnt carry me. I was at the state bridge. I glanced at my watch, still stuck at one second. I’m done. I walked along the side of the bridge, sobbing and holding my wrist. I got up into the railing. I was a mistake. Untouchable. I don’t even have a soulmate, after all these years waiting. I closed my eyes. “STOP” I turned around to see a man rushing towards me. *Click* And my clock fell off, falling towards the ocean below.

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Tori met her soulmate yesterday. I meet mine today. Tori helps me pick out an outfit. My wrist says 001 h, 052 m, 028 s. She plucks a blue dress from my closet and says, “This one.” She lets me change into the dress in the bathroom. 

“Perfect!” she sings. I do my makeup while she spectates, giving me tips on the way. “A little more highlights there,” she says. I can only trust her.

My wrist says 48 minutes are left. Tori helps me pick out a small leather jacket, a necklace, and shoes. I stand in front of a tall mirror in her living room. “Thanks, Tori,” I say. 

“Anytime, sweetie.” She drives me to the mall.

32 minutes. We get Starbucks in the cafeteria. 

11 minutes.  We walk around, looking at the Christmas decorations outside. 

7 minutes. We go to the restroom, and I make sure I look okay. Tori brushes out the knots in my hair. “You’ll be okay,” she smiles softly.

2 minutes. My heart beats faster by the second. “I’m just gonna stand here and watch,” Tori says as she walks over to a bench. “Pretend you don’t know me." 

41 seconds. I sit down on a bench, far from Tori. She gives me a smile and a thumbs up.

30 seconds. I wipe my sweaty palms on my dress. Holding my knee down to keep it from bouncing.

20 seconds. I look around to see anyone looking as panicky as me.

10 seconds. A crowd of people march past me. I look for anyone who could be my potential soulmate.

5 seconds. I stand up. The crowd floats away, and my ears heat up.

3… I glance at Tori. She smiles at me again.

2… My heart pounds, as if it might leap out of my chest and onto the floor.

1… I look around. 

0… My wrist aches as the watch slips off. At the same moment, a boy stands inches from me. His green eyes gaze into my soul. His watch is gone, too.

"I–” I have lost the ability to speak. I choke on my words. He just takes my hand in his, and kisses me.  I see Tori in the corner of my eye. She giggles and claps her hands.

When he pulls away, he says, “I’m Drew.”

“Eliana,” I reply. “Soulmates?”

“Soulmates,” he says.

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The Countdown| Part 1

“Well, today is the day.” My mom said with a forced smile as she braided my hair expertly. I glanced down at my timer. 0 days 4 hours 32 minutes and 14 seconds left. 0 days 4 hours 32 minutes and 14 seconds left until my life would change, for better or for worse. “All done!” She said turning me so I faced the large mirror she always did my hair in front of. I have straw blonde hair and a freckled nose with dull green eyes. “My little girl all grown up..” She said rather wistfully. I looked at her timer, it had read the same for 6 years: 0 days 0 hours 0 minutes and 0 seconds left. She had her chance, and she messed it up. I couldn’t mess up mine.

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I wish I could tell you I’d been counting down the days until I met my soulmate. But I wasn’t. I didn’t even care. What was a soulmate anyway? If I loved someone, weren’t they good enough? Could anyone be better? I laughed at the girls who giggled at the days left on their wrists. It didn’t mean anything. Nothing at all. That was how I found myself, a teenager, getting my first tattoo over my wrist. The tattoo artist seemed to understand what I was feeling. At least he didn’t ask questions and I didn’t ask about his timer that was still running even though he talked about a wife. I walked home feeling as if I had somehow fixed myself with the dark ink on my wrist. But deep inside I knew I hadn’t. The timer was still ticking. My heart heard it’s beats as if it was engraved on my chest. Each second shook me like the reverberations of a church bell. I shook my head. It didn’t matter. There were other kids like me. People who knew they wanted to find a person on their own and didn’t believe in this soulmate nonsense. But I did. I still did no matter how hard I tried not to. When the first couple in my grade found each other, I felt a pang in my chest. I didn’t want a soulmate. I just wanted love. I found myself then, late one crisp fall night, sitting on a swing. It swung slowly back and forth creaking on its rusty springs. I looked down at my black converse sneakers and sighed, barely noticing the footsteps approaching. “Hey,” came a voice. I jumped and looked up into the face of my friend. I had known him forever. I’d been there when he first died his hair blue. It had been a bad choice but I been there for him when he shaved it off. I’d played truth or dare with him and we’d shared our first kiss. That had been embarrassing, but it wasn’t any more embarrassing than him walking in on me and my boyfriend making out. He’d always been there for me and he was there for me again. “Hey yourself,” I said, trying to force myself to sound happy. He didn’t buy it. “What’s wrong?” I waved my tattooed wrist. “This. This is what’s wrong. I thought I’d destroyed it. But it’s still there, thudding against my chest. I don’t want it. I don’t want to bump into some stranger and find my soulmate. What if I love someone else? What if I never love him even though we’re perfect for each other?” My friend laughed. He showed me his own wrist. He had 15 years left to go. “Sorry,” I murmured. He shook his head. “No, you’re right. This soulmate stuff is nonsense.” “Is it though? What if it’s real?” “I know it isn’t because I’ve already found mine.” He looked at me, his eyes bright in the hazy city lights. And my heart skipped a beat. Something awoke inside me that I didn’t know was there. Something that had always been there, touching the back on my thoughts but now it tore through me and I gasped. “I love you,” he murmured softly “I don’t care that you’re not my soulmate. Love is real. My heart doesn’t follow a stupid timer. It chose you, not some girl fifteen years from now. Just you.” I felt myself moving before I knew what I was doing. And then, I was in his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. “I love you,” I whispered. He pulled back for a moment and slid his hand across my cheek. Then he kissed me. And I didn’t know that our wrists struck zero as his lips met mine and our heartbeats melded into one.

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Chocolate Chip Cookie

As I was texting my best friend, Kellar, I heard a little beep coming from my wrist. The clock read: 000y 003d 000h 000m 000s

In about three days I was going to meet my soulmate. What if they don’t like me? What if they’re some criminal? Maybe they’re a girl?!

No, I’m pretty sure I’m just into guys. Anyway, Kellar and I were talking about meeting up. He wanted to go to the beach, and I agreed.

(K=Kellar, S=Sam)

K: Hey Cookie, when are you free? S: Anytime this week, I think K: How about Wednesday? S: Sure, I’ll talk to mum about it!

I felt a tingling sensation fill my stomach when he called me Cookie. Cookie is my nickname because of the amount of freckles I have. I felt my cheeks heat up. I brought my hand shakily up to my cheek. “I can’t be in love with him, it’s not right…”

WEDNESDAY

As mum drove into Kellar’s driveway, I heard the clock beep.

I looked down to the strip of plastic stuck permanently onto my wrist, it read: 000y 000d 000h 001m 000s. I stared at the plastic object for a moment, letting everything sink in.

Mum stopped the car and got out. “Coming?” Mum called from outside. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door slowly. 000y 000d 000h 000m 030s.

I ran to the front door of Kellar’s house and I heard the door creak open. We both hear a beep coming from our clocks, and we look down. 000y 000d 000h 000m 000s.

“I always hoped it’d be you, Chocolate Chip Cookie.”

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Countdown

Forty-three seconds.

The dull shr-shr-shr of the pencil, yellow paint flecking, green metal dented like the crease a fingernail makes on skin, graphite tip scratching out a roughly oval shape in staccato silver strokes upon an ivory page. Mellow lighting shines down on the paper, hits the slender fingers gripping the aging pencil with mild but rapid force.

 Thirty-five seconds.

 Does she already know them? How will they meet? What if they never do, and whoever it is dies before they have a chance to meet? These thoughts fly through her mind, silently tearing down her hopes before they can rise. It doesn’t matter in the end, though, does it? In the end, they all go to the same place anyway. Just draw, she urges herself, trying to redirect her fluttering focus to the grayscale sketch beneath her hands. 

Twenty-nine seconds.

The pencil in her hand flies quickly, dashing around the eye materializing on the page. Just a few more seconds, and it’s all over, for better or for worse. The silently gazing eye complete, her focus changes again to the overlapping scales surrounding it. The gracefully hooked edge to each diamond-shaped plate, overlapping and covering the base of the scale below it.

Ten seconds.

The dragon is complete, rearing gracefully and roaring to the sky. How fitting, she thinks, as she spins the worn pencil, weaving it between her fingers, and stands, looking toward the window.

Three… two… one.

(written by me {@dragonnadder})

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On a Mountain Top.

      I woke up and looked down at the clock on my wrist. 00y 00m 00d 12h 12m 27s. I smiled knowing today was the day. I was really happy it was on a saterday cause I wouldn’t have to go to school that day. What I decided to do was ride one of my favorite trails on my mountain bike. I packed my back with all the usual stuff I took when I go mountain biking, 2 liters of water, 2 extra tunes for my bike, patches, and a hammock. I checked my bike made sure it was ready to go, and set off. It was 13 miles from my house to the trailhead, and it was another 5.7 to the top of loafer mountain. I went up the mountain road with no troubles. When I got to the trailhead I looked at my watch. It said 00y 00m 00d 00h 59m 48s. I would take me at least 30min to get to the end of the trail. I rode the trail perfectly. It was almost all uphill except for a couple downhill sections. I got to the end with 28 minutes left on my clock. I decided to set up my hammock and just chill in it with the remaining time. I started reading a book for school and when I looked down at my watch I had 1 minute left. I jumped out of my hammock looking around. There was nobody there. I sat anxiously waiting. I looked at my timer again. 30 sec. I began to hear noises from a bike shifting gears. 20 sec. I began to hear heavy breathing which didn’t suprise me as the last part of the trail was super steap. I saw a figure in the trees. When they came around the corner my jaw dropped. It was the most beautiful women I had seen in my life. She stopped and looked up at me. Both our timers went off as we sat and stared into each others eyes. She had dark purple hair, brown eyes, and was only about 5,1. She dropped her bike and helmet and ran over to me. She hugged me, and I hugged her back. She looked up to me and we kissed. We sat on ledge talking for about 2 hours. By the time we were done the sun had gone down and we both didn’t want to go back down the trail in the dark. It was a summer night so we didn’t really need anything to keep each other warm but us. We slept in my hammock together. We woke up a few little bit before sunrise, and luckily she had brought food just in case. We ate packed everything up and set off down the trail. I was amazed at how good she was at mountain biking. She kept up with me just fine and even said to go faster in some spots. When we got off the mountain we went to her house. I met her parents and siblings. Then we rode to my house which was only a mile away. We did th same thing and I guess you could say we lived happily ever after.

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A SoulMate's Love Clock

Main Pairing(s): Dan Howell x Kellin Quinn

Sub Pairing(s): N/A

AU: Based off of Tumblr’s wrist clock that tells you how long you have til you meet your soulmate.

Warning(s): N/A

Rating: PG

Words: 800

Note(s): Story belongs to me (mikeybearclifford)

“Vic I’m so nervous, what if they don’t like what they see?”

“Stop beating yourself up Kell, they’re your soulmate, they shouldn’t care what you look like. Besides, I’d say you’re pretty hot if you ask me.” Vic chuckled.

“Viiiiiic.” I blushed and playfully punched his shoulder.

“It’s true.” He laughed.

I pouted, jutting my bottom lip out at him.

“Don’t give me that look. You’ll be fine.” Vic reassured me with a comforting smile and a soft squeeze to my hand.

“I sure hope so.”

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“Phil I don’t know about this.” I said uneasily. There was exactly 20 seconds until I met my soulmate and to say I was nervous was an understatement.

“Dan, this is your soulmate, don’t be nervous. You’ll be fine.”

“But-”

“Dan.”

I pouted, Phil wasn’t listening to me and there were 10 seconds on the clock.

“Phil..” I said even more nervous than before, tears welled up in my eyes because I was just that scared.

“H-help me.” I whined and he sighed and hugged me close, rubbing my back soothingly. “You’ll be fine.” He reassured.

He let me go after about 2 seconds. I pulled back to see why and looked at what he was looking at.

There was a boy, about 5'8" tall with semi-short black hair and green eyes looking around frantically. What caught my eye the most were his tattoos. Holy fuck he’s hot.

“Dan!” Phil snapped his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance.

“What?” I asked, completely out of it.

“Go talk to that guy! He might be the one!” Phil whispered to me excitedly.

“I don’t know..”

“Dan, there is literally 5 seconds on your clock. Go talk to him!”

I sighed in defeat and stood up. This caught the boy’s attention and he started walking over to me.

3..

2..

1..

“Uh, hey.” The boy scratched the back of his head nervously.

0..

I stared at him with my jaw dropped.

“Um, hello?” He waved his hand in front of my face with a chuckle.

“Oh, s-sorry.” I blushed.

“That’s alright.” He chuckled again. “My name’s Kellin. Kellin Quinn. I guess I’m your soulmate and you’re mine.” He smiled softly. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dan. Dan Howell.” I smiled and held my hand out for him to shake. Oh he wasn’t having that. He slapped my hand away and at first I was sad, thinking he didn’t like me. No, he surprised me by pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” I felt my shirt get wet. He was crying.

I was in shock.

“I..”

He pulled back with a bright blush and wiped the few tears from his face. “I’m sorry.” He laughed softly.

I shook my head with a smile, jumping on him without warning, making him let out the girliest squeak, which was adorable by the way, and I laughed. I was just so happy.

I looked behind me to see Phil giving me the thumbs up and I blushed.

This.. This was my dream ever since I was a kid.

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I was so goddamn nervous. I looked frantically around the overcrowded cafeteria, trying to find the one who I’d call my soulmate, but nobody seemed like they were searching frantically like I was.

I was starting to panic, I looked behind me at Vic, he gave me a nervous smile and a nod.

There were 5 seconds left and just as I was about to give up, a boy stood up and my eyes instantly went to his.

Oh my god he’s gorgeous. I started walking over to him without even knowing until I was right in front of him. I looked down and my clock said 1 second. This is the one. This beautiful boy is my soulmate.

“Uh hey.” I scratched the back of my head nervously.

0 seconds.

He just stared at me with my jaw dropped. I chuckled and waved my hands in front of his face to get his attention. “Um, hello?”

“Oh, s-sorry.” He blushed. Cute.

“That’s alright.” I chuckled once more. “My name’s Kellin. Kellin Quinn. I guess I’m your soulmate and you’re mine.” I smiled. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dan. Dan Howell.” He said after a few seconds and smiled, holding out his hand for me to shake. Oh hell no. I smirked and jumped on him, hugging him tightly.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” A few tears fell from my eyes to his shirt.

“I..”

I pulled back from him, blushing and wiping the tears from my face. “I’m sorry.” I laughed.

He shook his head with a smile and jumped on me like I had to him. I let out the most feminine squeak and it was incredibly embarrassing.

He laughed, looking behind himself as someone gave him the thumbs up and off in the distance I could hear Vic laughing.

I turned around to glare at him but he simply smiled at me, still laughing a little but not in a mean way. He was happy for me. And me? Well I was just too damn excited to find the one I get to call mine.

“Mine?”

“Yours.” He smiled.

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Unexpected Meeting

I was never really interested in boys. Or love. Or anything to do with love actually. I never cared about dating, making out, sex, etc. you get the point here. I just loved designing clothes, buildings, anything really.

I walked down the street to the coffee shop and looked at my pale lavender timer, sighing: 000y 000m 000d 000h 007m 059s. My heart gave a little flutter. I never expected it to be today. I never expected it to be even this year.

I was only 16 ½ and still trying to jumble school, activities, designing, homework, all that stuff. I didn’t want to meet my soulmate just like that in a few minutes.

I walked into the coffee shop and there was 3 minutes left on my timer. I ordered the usual: a cappuccino and a croissant. By the time that was done my timer counted down and started turning different shades of lavender and purple.

10

I grabbed my order and stood still for a moment.

6

I started walking towards the door.

4

I walked outside and stared at my timer.

1

A second later it hit 0 as I bumped into a girl with mousy brown hair. She was slightly smaller than I, and a little thinner too. She was beautiful. She looked up at me with vigorous emerald green eyes.

“Soulmates?” She asked.

“Soulmates” She smiled and hugged me. I froze for a second but immediately hugged her back.

“I’m Elizabeth.” She said, letting go.

“I’m Harper” I smiled and handed her my croissant. “Nice to meet you” We walked to her house and sat on the bed looking at eachother. We burst out laughing. Complete opposites.

I had blonde hair, she had brown. I was neat and she was messy. You get the point. I looked at her and she looked at me. We kissed. It was the best feeling in the entire world.

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I walked down the street, crying. My boyfriend had just broken up with me. The sharp piercing air of autumn bit me. I sling my auburn hair over my shoulder and shuddered, teeth chattering. His place was the only home I had. I looked at my timer, and smiled. 000y 000m 000d 000h 006m 001s. Soon. Maybe after meeting my soulmate o would have another home. I walked to the park and sat down, on the cold blue bench. I was regretting wearing only leggings and a t-shirt. I had a scarf and coat on, but I was still cold. 2 minutes. The park was almost empty except for a little kid and his mom, a hobo, and me. The timer started to count down from 5. As soon as time seemed to go fast, it also seemed to slow down.

5. I sat still.

4. I got up as my teeth were chattering.

3. I walked towards the fountain.

2. A guy on a bike rode towards me.

1. He stopped.

0. Our timers fell off and we stood in awe at eachother. He had light brown hair, brown eyes, and a pale face. He wasn’t too muscular or too scrawny, but just in the middle. He dropped his bike and hugged me. I hugged him back and smiled. “Soulmates?”He paused for a moment, but smiled

“Soulmates” and then he kissed me. It was the best feeling in the entire world.

(Their names are Mike and Lily by the way)

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Finding one’s soulmate can be one of the most interesting part of one’s life. As for me, I believed that the only thing that separated me from the soulmate is the time I would meet her or him. However, I was not eager to find a soulmate at that moment as I was just a high school student and studying was one of my priorities at the moment. Therefore, the clock on my wrist which was supposed to count down the moment till I meet my soulmate was ignored by me until one day I realised that I had only a day left till the day I was going to meet my soulmate.

I was initially shocked when I got to know that I only had a day left till I was going to meet my soulmate. At that moment, I regretted ignoring the clock on my wrist as I would not have to rush in preparing myself to look good if I did not ignore the clock. I just wanted to give a good impression to my soulmate whom I was going to meet. This was because everyone around me knew that I cared about people’s impression on me and being an introvert did not stop me from giving a good impression to others. I just wanted to present my best to everyone, especially my soulmate.

Time passed by and soon it was only an hour left till I was going to meet my soulmate. I was in school waiting for my teacher to come as it was time for Math lesson. I tried to glance around my classroom to see if there was anyone who could potentially be my soulmate but there was no one else who tried to look around to see if their soulmate was in the same location as them at the moment. I came to a conclusion that maybe I was the only one from my class who was going to meet my soulmate on that day. 

During Math lesson, I tried to focus on what my teacher was teaching but I kept thinking on the soulmate I was going to meet. I kept looking out of my classroom to see if there was anyone who was trying to find their soulmate. I ended up having to ask my friend who sat beside me on what I did not managed to hear from my teacher during the lesson.

After forty-five minutes, the Math lesson came to an end and it was time for lunch. I glanced at the clock at my wrist and I saw that I only had ten minutes left before I was going to meet my soulmate. I went to the restroom and washed my face. I looked in the mirror and adjusted my hair. I ensured that I looked good before meeting my soulmate. When I stepped out of the restroom, I tried to look around to see if there was anyone looking for me but I only found some of my classmates outside the restroom whom began to tease me when they saw me as I never tried to look good as I was at that moment before. I immediately blushed and tried to walk away from them. I decided to go to the canteen. I glanced at the clock on my wrist and I knew that I had only fifty seconds left before meeting my soulmate. I did not know where I was supposed to position myself and thus I kept wandering around the canteen. I glanced at the clock on my wrist again.

10 seconds left.

I began to panic. There were a lot of students entering the canteen but I could not find my potential soulmate.

9

8

7

6

5

A familiar face begin running towards me.

4

3

2 

1

I felt a gentle push on my shoulder.

“Hi, soulmate,” said the person who pushed me.

The person was my crush’s best friend.

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It’s been a long day at school.  I walk home in the cold, bitter, October wind.  The leaves swirl on the road.  

My clock is much shorter than everyone else’s.  Other girls at school are jealous, because I will meet my soulmate way before they will.  I’m personally nervous.

I’m still dressed in my volleyball uniform with my bag slung over my right shoulder, when I look down at my wrist to see that, there is only 3 minutes and 37 seconds on it.  I feel the panic rising in my chest.  I’m so scared that I won’t be enough for this boy.  I just stand frozen in the street for a minute before I begin to move again.  I suck in some of the cold air, run my hand through my ponytail, and I start to walk again.

Something in me tells me to take a longer way home.  I look at my wrist again.  2 minutes and 11 seconds.  I’m beginning to realize how exposed I am in my spandex shorts and my purple volleyball t-shirt.  1 minute and 49 seconds.  I start cracking my knuckles because I’m so nervous.  1 minute and 17 seconds.  I am so aware of everything around me.  I don’t really see anybody around.  

56 seconds.  I hear the bumping of a longboard somewhere behind me.  34 seconds.  The bumping gets closer.  21 seconds.  I’m so nervous.  12 seconds.  What will he think of me?  7 seconds.  I suddenly hear the wheels behind me come to a grinding halt and I whip my head around.  On the ground, there is a short, muscular, boy, with short, curly hair.  I immediately run over to him and kneel on the ground next to him.  I quickly ask him, “Are you okay?” which he reply’s to with a laugh and a, “Yeah.”  I look down and notice that my clock has come off.  His has too.  "Well then,“ he says, "I guess we’re soulmates.”  I help him up, and I grab his hand and look into his deep, blue eyes.  For a few seconds, we just stare into each others souls.  He walked me home and kissed me on the cheek before he left.   

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Midnight meeting

I stare down at the numbers ticking on my wrist. 00d 00h 45m 37s. It was just passed midnight. I thought it was weird meeting my soulmate in the middle of the night, but I was still super excited. I just lay there on my bed, waiting for somthing to happen. I decided to go for a walk. I live in an urban area in an apartment complex. It wasn’t a bad place to live, but wasn’t the greatest either. It had started to lightly rain as u walked down the sidewalk. I looked down at my timer, 00d 00h 11m 12s. I was walking towards the park. It was only about a 10 minute walk from my apartment. All I could think about was what she or he looked like. I looked down at my timer once again. 00d 00h 01m 23s. I looked up and down the street. Not one person or car was in sight. I just kept walk towards the park. It was right there. I just had to cross the street. I looked both ways and took a step onto the street all of the sudden car came speeding around the corner. It was moving so fast I didn’t have time to react. It hit me in the and I flew over the car landing on the ground in massive pain. The person came running towards me. The second I saw her face bother our timers wentry off. She had the most beautiful had the most beautiful face, blue eyes that shined like diamonds, and dark brown hair. She broke down crying saying that she was so sorry, and if I would ever forgive her. I some how found the strength to sit up. I looked her directly into the eyes, put my hand on her cheek, and kissed her. I swear you could hear angels singing as we sat there in the middle of the night kissing. Thankfully I wasn’t hurt some how. We decided to meet the next day at the park. I got there and found her sitting on a bench. We started talking and got to know eachother. Turned out we liked a lot of the same stuff. 2 months later we got married.