No More Guessing

Aaron

I don't want to look. I haven't wanted to look since I was old enough to understand it. Sometimes I want to take a small peak, but I know that isn't natural. I don't want to know when I meet her. I want her to see the normal me, not just some fake guy. Some fake guy that's acting weird because he just is about to meet his soulmate. That was too hard though, not looking that is. Earlier today I just happen to lift up the band that's wrapped around my wrist covering up the clock. The number I saw there scared me.

I had 6 hours, 33 minutes and 15 seconds left on the clock at that moment. I couldn't take it anymore, I ripped off the band and watched the clock all day. The whole time I did it felt wrong to me for some reason. It felt unreal, like if I wouldn't of looked, I wouldn't know. I shouldn't know. This isn't natural.

At this point and time I have 23 minutes and 56 seconds left on wrist. I try to keep it normal, but can't help look at my reflection every time I walk past a store window. I just finished work and started walking back to my apartment, about a mile away. At this time of year it isn't bad to walk, with the leaves falling and the Christmas decorations already starting to be put up. It's beautiful.

I keep walking, getting closer to my apartment with each step. I take another quick look down at my watch and I notice there's only 3 minutes and 26 seconds left. I'm trying not to look, but I can't help it. It's so hard.

Slowly I keep walking, I start to notice less and less people around me. Soon there's nobody. Uh oh, am I in love with a ghost or something because I have 42 seconds left on my clock and no one in sight. I start to walk a little quicker. As I turn the corner I see a girl, a girl at the park. She's looking around too and then she sees me. That must be her! I take off running.

All of a sudden I see burning headlights and the only thing that comes to my mind is "I wish I never looked at my clock." Suddenly, the world goes black.