Jaspar One-Shots

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Prompt: People are born with green timers on their wrists, counting up to when they would meet their other half, their soulmate. In this world, people can't die unless they "meet" their soulmate, whether it's an accidental brush of the hand on a busy street, or eyes meeting through a crowd.
Sometimes they don't notice, and sometimes they do.
But always, whenever the two halves "meet" their green timer turns red, counting down to when one of them would die.
It's your choice to give them either a happy ending or a sad one.

!!!Trigger Warning!!!
Guns, blood

Summary: Sometimes, meeting your other half isn't as one would quite imagine it. Especially in Joe's case.

Author's Note: This can be interpreted as either a platonic friendship attraction, or a romantic attraction. Saying "I love you," doesn't always mean it's romantic. I, on the other hand, as JASPAR trash, am sticking with the romantic attraction. But as I said, it's your choice on how to interpret this.

On a completely unrelated note, this story is complete CRAAAAPPP cuz I'm kinda tired today for some reason *yawn*

Cheers!

Joe's heart is beating quicker and quicker with every passing second. His hair is plastered to his face with sweat and he stares impatiently at his wrist, watching the numbers fly by.

He's been waiting. Waiting for how many years? 24. He's waited for 24 years but today is the day. He's going to meet whoever they are. Whoever his soulmate is. He's spent so many nights awake thinking of him or her, imagining how they would look, if they had dark or light hair, green or blue eyes, tall or short. So many nights spent dreaming too, but today is not one of those days. Today, he would come face to face with them.

He closes his eyes and forces himself to calm down, feeling sweat trickle down his jaw.

Joe, calm the hell down and get up.

He clenches his fists and taking a deep breath, he opens his eyes.

You won't meet him if you don't get the hell up.

He groans and stands up, running his hands through his sweaty hair, changing into his clothes and heading out. He makes sure to dress his absolute best, to impress them. He giggles.

The ground is wet and the skies are dark, a normal day in London. It's not a particularly busy day, so the streets are mostly quiet, and Joe enjoys the quiet as he strolls around.

He smiles and walks down to the Jewellery shop to buy his mother a necklace, patting his pocket to check for his wallet. The shop is only a few blocks away.

On the way, he sees a toddler fall into a puddle, and he laughs, the day was starting off not too shabbily.

Some people say they didn't enjoy the gloomy atmosphere of London, but he, on the other hand, did. He liked the rainy days when he could just sit by the window and stare at the droplets falling into the puddles, or the quiet when he'd walk around on a drizzly day. Much like today.

Walking in to the shop and hearing the familiar ring of the bell, he greets the kindly old lady that runs the store by herself. She greets him back and points at his wrist, winking. He blushes and covers them, not quite reading it.

"Today, then, is it," she comments, taking out her reading glasses and unfolding the daily paper.

His face flushes even more and he nods at her, too flustered to speak. He unconsciously rubs at his wrist.