I was inspired by a freaking wonderful tumblr post, so I have no credits on the idea. Of course this is all my writing, and I thought i'd maybe do a whole book about it sooo here it is. Kind of. Hope you all like it as much as I do.
The other chapters will be on a script model, I thought i'd do this one like this so you'd have a better look on this specific scene. Good reading, hope you all comment what you think!
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My almost tan wrists keep calling my attention as I walk into this white, wide and not that crowded room. It's some kind of a fancy commercial building's reception, and Niall told me I should be here by now so I could get an exam result for him.
I don't exactly know which floor should I go to, so I walk halfway the long dark desk and prepare myself in every possible way. What if one of this blue dressed woman is the one?
I hope so, they look nice and almost happy - which is more than I can expect for young, full of life women stuck in here on such a rainy day. The problem is - this kind of watch shows 2 minutes left.
1 minute and 59 fucking seconds.
I was born with this timer on my skin, just like everyone in this goddamn world. When I was little, my mother told me why this little green numbers were decreasing in a non-stop rhythm, since I was a baby bump. She told me that the zero moment was the most important one, of my whole life. It would be the instant I'd meet my soulmate. The person who'd change everything, the one. The love of my life. She met my dad when their timer went 0, and they're together since then. They love each other, and if my mother still cleans my dad's underwear and makes his breakfast each and every day after 28 years of fights and kisses, this timer must be so freaking accurate.
I think the penny just hasn't dropped yet, to be honest. In exactly, one minute and 45 seconds, I'll bump into a girl and instantly know she is the one. I'll feel my heart dropping inside my chest and all of the weight on my shoulders will be amazingly relieved somehow. It will be breathtaking, if it isn't already.
I'm scared, so scared. Goosebumps run through my arms now and then, and I feel extremely nervous, whereas I have to make the perfect impression and look at least attractive, I guess.
Am I shaved?
God, I am. Thank you timer.
Do I look my age?
I hope a little older.
Am I ready?
Absolutely not.
But I guess it's okay. Will we have to kiss? I mean, will we even feel like it? I'm not sure if I'll feel comfortable enough to put my tongue inside a girl's mouth at the second I bump into her.
I've done this before, yeah. But I bet she didn't care. She wasn't the freaking love of my life and we were not supposed to be together till the end of time. We were drunk. Reckless.
Okay I guess we're not kissing anytime soon. Not this soon.
And the numbers keep counting the time that passes so slowly but as fast as a light, at the same time.
1 minute and 20 seconds. I need to wait to go there. You know, technically this timer can't be wrong, so if I arrive at the desk in the exact 0, she will be the one. Right?
I decide to sit down. I don't think I can handle my own weight, since I can't stop trembling and getting a little bit dizzy. My feet can barely touch the ground, and the sofa seat is hugely tall and comfortable in spite of all my will to get up again. I can't simply contain my feelings inside of my body. Do I look taller when I'm on my feet? Or do I look even smaller, since my height is not as tall as this couch?
