seventy two hours :: lrh

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❝we all die. the goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.❞

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death. it is uncertain; it can come to you at any hour, any minute, any second of the day. some people have been ready most of their life for it, but not aspyn.

no, not her.

aspyn was only two years old when she learned the basics of pretty much how the world worked. in this world, when you're born, you automatically have a digital clock attached to your left or right wrist, depending on which hand you use to write, which displays the number of hours before you reach the end.

the sad, inevitable end.

here's how it works: if you do something technically right or correct, your number of hours increases. when you do the contrary, however, your number of hours decreases. the scary thing for some people is, they don't know what they did wrong. that scared aspyn the most.

so she spent the hours, days, months, years of her life trying her best to do everything right; trying her best to be perfect in her parents' eyes. she did everything they wanted her to do - go to school, wash the dishes, do the laundry, and everything a good, responsible daughter must do. the sad thing is, she never got to do what she wanted.

so there she was, forced to be in a relationship with her mum and dad's business partner's son - about 6 foot tall, bright red hair, pale complexion, with tattoos on his arms and hands and a piercing on his eyebrow - all for money.

most girls at norwest christian college thought that michael gordon clifford was an actual angel, well,  the hottest goddamn angel. aspyn would walk in the hallways and hear almost every girl talk about how they would kill to get into michael's pants, and that never failed to disgust her. you see, michael's personality was far from his physical appearance. both of his parents, karen and daryl, were business people, and were very rich. they gave michael everything he wanted, whether it be a brand new car or a girlfriend. basically, he was a spoiled brat. his parents were good friends with aspyn's parents, and so they made a deal to let michael and aspyn marry in the future for the good of their business. the red-haired boy didn't mind as long as it got him money (and also, he thought she was kinda hot.) as for the brunette young lady, she didn't mind as well. at first.

on the first months of their "relationship," michael treated her like she was a princess. he bought her her favorite flowers, books, dresses, and even a cute little promise ring.

"please accept this ring is a symbol of our vow to keep our virginity until we're married." (he was lying, of course.)

"you wear your ring, and i'll wear mine. they'll remind us we're best friends until the end of time."

everything was fine until later on, aspyn learned that promises were made to be broken. 

"michael," aspyn called out for him, shutting the door behind her, even though she knew it was a waste of saliva. "i'm home!"

usually, when she came barging through the door, michael didn't give a single fuck about it. he would just look over his shoulder and ask her where she had been, even though she told her before she went out, and he'd just nod and contiue playing his video games afterwards, sitting in the living room couch all day long. sometimes his best friend, calum, would come over to play with him, since shedidn't know how and he wasn't interested in teaching her.

but tonight was different; he wasn't sat on his usual spot on the couch, the television was turned off, and he was nowhere to be seen.

aspyn put her bag down and walked to the kitchen, thinking that maybe the boy was hungry. but she guessed he wasn't, so she went to the comfort room and knocked softly, calling his name. still no answer.