The Ticking Clock [h.s.]

Chapter 6

I continually relive the moment that Harry, my soulmate, and I shared as our hands were engulfed in each other. There was some force that seemed to pull us together, yet push us apart at a moments notice.

I trembled on the stadium floor, cold from the absence of his warmth. My body longed for his soothing touch once again. It calmed my nerves and let me see the happiness that awaited us, as a pair, in the future.

I was taken out of my neverland by Megan screaming my name through the crowds. I couldn't see her, but I could hear the panic in her voice as she spoke to Michael through her phone. He always remains calm when it comes to her and he understands what she needs in any moment.

It takes Megan a few minutes to spot me as the cross vein to thin out. As soon as she does, she pushes everyone out of the way, falling to her knees to embrace me. We stay in this hug, sobbing into each other's shoulders, until we are the only ones left in the stadium. Her hug allows me to breathe again, as if the air was taken out of my lungs before.

Megan stood up first, taking my hand in hers as we make our way to the stairs. She does not let go of me until we reach our third floor flat. Only then does Megan allow herself to calm down, realizing that we are both home safe.

I follow her instructions to sit on the couch while she makes tea, hot chocolate, and cookies. She knows the way to my heart.

Once Megan sits down, she prepares blankets and pillows, signaling that she is ready to listen.

I start on the story of my monstrous night. I begin right after I lost her bag, which is where everything goes wrong. It's very typical of our relationship. Things go wrong when I am by myself. Before I continue Megan says, "I ran into Harry, but all I could tell him was that you were somewhere behind me. The worry in his eyes seemed to escalate with my words. He really cares about you."

My heart once again is melted by Harry. It doesn't seem like he even has to try. But then reality hits me like a freight train as I remember that he isn't here with me, that he was taken from me. 

I completely forgot to tell Megan that he is my soulmate, but I think she filled in that information for herself. I retell every waking moment of our short interaction, basking in the joy and bliss I felt from being held by him.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I say the next part of my night. "He was ripped away from me just as I had the chance to know him, to understand the little parts of his soul that few people get to see."

Concern fills Megan's eyes as she sees how much this has affected me. "Sarah, I know that you must be hurting right now, but he must be feeling the same way. He ran for you. He knew you meant something to him and now he will not rest until he makes you part of his life," Megan comments. She understands, even though she doesn't have a reliable experience. I need her right now and she is here for me.

I continue, "I have a lot to say, so I'm just going to ramble for awhile. When I lost you, I was afraid that I would never find you in the sea of people. I felt so alone in such a big crowd. Harry found me, but I soon lost him too. I have to admit that I'm jealous that your soulmate meeting went so smoothly, like why couldn't I have time with him? Did it have to happen this way? And don't interject and say that it's just fate. I need to continue before I lose my composure." I take a deep breath and Megan reaches for my hand, signaling that she will listen until I am done speaking.

"Most of all, I am terrified that I will never be able to meet him again. I have no way of contacting or reaching out to him in a way he would be able to see. That's what makes me the most upset. I'm not ready to lose him forever."

Megan paused before she could respond, "I truly do not know what to say to make all your pain go away. I don't think there is anything, but I will say this. He is not lost forever, nowhere near that. If it is the last thing I do, I will figure out a way to get you two back together."

"I really appreciate you saying that, but I'm afraid that fate will bring me to him just to take him away. I don't know how I could function if that keeps happening," I respond back to Megan.

So it continued like this, me worrying, Megan trying to make me feel better, her talking about her time with Luke, and us fangirling over the concert that did happen tonight. All kinds of drama went down after the concert that it feels like it has been years since it happened.

It was probably around three a.m. when I finally drifted to sleep. Just before I did, Megan placed a blanket over me, allowing me to enter into my neverland that held a beautiful pair of emerald eyes that seem to be lost at sea.