Ever since Hope was a young girl, she'd always look to the little watch on her wrist. She always wondered why it was there, and what it was for. Her's was still at "30 years". What did this mean? When she asked her parents, they always said funny things like "The boy you'll marry". Boys were gross though!
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Amadeus "never cared" for the little timer on his wrist. Secretly, he liked it though. He sometimes wished it would go away though when he played basketball or football with the guys, in fear he would hurt it. He cared more for it than he did his right arm-his dominate side, and side without the timer- and his legs. Everytime he looked at it, he couldn't help but get a warm, tingly feeling inside. Though his heart ached. What if the person he met was better than him? What if they died before they could meet? So many thoughts raced in his head at the thought of this little timer...
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Hope was standing nervously, hanging around the museum. Her mother made sure she spent extra time getting ready, making sure she looked extra nice that day. Hope couldn't wrap her head around why, since he would end up eventually seeing her in her natural state (an old tee shirt, and maybe jeans-if he was lucky). She watched nervously, standing outside the museum. She started to pace.
3 secs... 2 secs... 1 secs...
Right as it hit 0 secs and whited out, she bumped into someone. "S-Sorry!" She was about to walk away, until she saw his wrist. His was whited out too. He noticed. "Hi. I'm Amadeus." His voice was scratchy and low.
She looked up at him to see a pale face with messy black hair framing his eyes. He had a tattoo on his neck of something she couldn't make out from his wool sweater vest and collared shirt.
"H-Hi... I'm Hope... You must be..."
He nodded. "Want to go inside and talk?" He motioned toward the museum they were standing in front of. She nodded, smiling slightly. He seemed nice...
They walked in. At first, it seemed awkard, but then, they started talking and sharing even personal stories.
"So, my mom decided, after I got this-" Amadeus said, pointing to the tattoo on his neck. "-That I was a horrible person or something, who was doomed for eternity. She put me straight into the nearest church, and the priest just pulled up his sleeve on one arm to reveal an armsleeve of tattoos, and told her to fuck off! I'm not kidding! His words exactly!" Hope was laughing.
