Sort of Like Clockwork

Epilogue

    The clock like numbers sat in my skin, ticking down at a dreadfully slow pace. Fourteen years, two months, six days, nine hours, two minutes, and 35...34...33... My child hand traces the rectangle that outlined the timer in my wrist. Only fourteen years left until I met the love of my life. At the age of five, laying alone in my room, fourteen years seemed like the longest amount of time I had ever imagined. The lights were out in our german home and it was long past time for me to be asleep. I could hear my mother and father outside, and I thought of their own clocks and how I often looked at them,the line of number's that read out all zero's.

   Then I thought of Dakota, and her mom's clock that had also run out. It had run out the day they rolled her should-be lover into the morgue where she worked. And the couple on the news a few days back that had met on their day in a bank, just as a group of men locked the place down and shot everyone inside. I could almost cry, the sympathy I felt for the lonely woman, and the couple that never got to know their other half. The fear that something along those lines would happen in my story haunted me.

And if I did avoid all of that, who knows what type of person this man... Or woman... Would be? Maybe he will be the one stabbing someone to death, or robbing a bank. I know he will be mine, that we will match perfectly in every way. His character will reflect my own. How will my mystery soulmate reflect me?

   That night, like many before and after, lead to me drifting to sleep with an uneasy feeling and an awful taste in my mouth.