One Shots

-Soul Mates-

Writing Prompt
Inspired by Tumblr
(Bless)

<AU where everyone has a timer on their wrist counting down to the day they meet their soul mate. >

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Two hours, five minutes and 20 seconds.

I can't sleep.

There's no way I can.

I breath in, greedily gulping down fresh oxygen, as if it were my first.

I peeked at the timer over my wrist.

Two hours, 4 minutes and 49 seconds.

It's still far away, I've noticed. But the thought alone does little to comfort me.

'It's normal to feel anxious. I felt just as nervous when it was my time.' I recall the last minute words of advice given to me by my mother, attached along with what it was suppose to be a reassuring smile.

Relax. Breathe in, breathe out. It's only two hours, you have to relax.

You'll be fine. Get some sleep.

There's no point in staying up all night. It's not like it's do anything to slow down or quicken the time.

'You'll be fine.' I continue to recite to myself, with nothing but the soft dim street light and the shadows of my room reaching out to dissolve that light.

1 hour, 32 minutes and 12 seconds.

When did the time pass by?

I panic. No I'm not ready for this.

'You'll be fine. You'll be fine. You'll be fine.'

My reminders echo like a raging thunder through the walls of my mind.

I'll be fine, I have to be.

I glance around the room, tensing up my muscles.

Why am I tensing up? Am I expecting something to blast through my room? Of course not.

"You'll be fine." The empty words of reassurance slip off my tongue like a mantra.

Why am I so nervous? Everyone goes through this part in life, there's no different when it comes to me. Why am I so nervous?

"Because I'm 17 and I have the sex appeal of a moldy bread?" I offered.

I grab my phone, grimacing as the screen is slathered with sweat from my palms. With haste, I rub my palms down the sides of my shirt with more force than needed.

The screen flashed on- thank god I always put my brightness to low- and I read the time.

5:10am

I cursed.

'You'll be fine.'

I swallowed.

"I'll be fine." I echoed.

Mom said I should be excited. Not nervous. Yet here I am, not catching a wink of sleep, bundled up in my sheets with my limbs tangled at 5am in the morning, threatening to vomit all over the white stainless bed sheets. Oh, I forget to mention; mindlessly wiping down my sweaty palms on my shirt as well.