"Luke, how much time is left?"
I glance down to my wrist, watching the timer tick down to an exact number.
"One hour." I reply. Michael locks his jaw and firmly nods, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
"Sixty minutes." He repeats, looking away from the road briefly to give me a small smile. "We're going to find him."
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60 Minutes // (Lashton)
FanfictionOn the wrist of each human being on Earth, there is a clock. The clock ticks down slowly; years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, until it hits zero-- meaning you've just met your soulmate. This is how it has been for as long as the peo...
