Prompts and their Stories

Prompt 2

"Everyone is born with a clock on their wrist, counting down to the exact Moment where they meet their soulmate"

Story 1
I hated my clock from the Moment I could comprehend what it meant.
Everyone had lower numbers than mine, they had a couple years at most. My clock showed almost exactly 150 years when I turned 18. I had been searching for help, maybe my clock was broken and needed to be fixed. But there had never been a "broken" clock, and nobody knew what to do.
It was impossible that I'd live so long, I deemed myself a lost cause and moved on.
After my 21st Birthday, I stopped aging.
Nothing about me changed, no wrinkles in my skin and no grey hairs, the years flew. 40, 45, 50. Still no sign of aging, I looked like I'd just turned 21.
I stopped counting my age, and I never looked at my clock.
One day, I decided to take my own life, as there was no sign of me dying. I could possibly live forever. I could have been 65, or 80. I didn't know.
I watched all my friends find their soulmates and die, and I had nothing to live for. Not even my supposed soulmate, who I had forgotten about long ago.
But something just drew me towards the forrest, and into a lake that was hidden in it. I dove deeper and deeper, not concerned about my own life.
I never reached the bottom.
But I came out of the lake with a new sense in life, it became my favourite spot.
Year after year I visited the lake every day, until one day I found something I had never seen before.
It was a scaly skin like piece of something, it had been caught on a sharp rock pretty deep in the lake.
As I went to retrieve it, I suddenly found myself looking into a pair of ocean blue eyes.
I hadn't looked at my clock for decades, but the moment I saw the black haired woman with the fish like tail I took a glance. The countdown had reached zero.
Apparently fate had it's ways of making things work, even if it took 150 years.

Story 2
She had always asked herself how and where she would meet her soulmate, as she spent her days watching over mortals.
Hundreds of years she had waited, the guardian angel with the impossible soulmate. There was a finite amount of angels, and she was the only one who hadn't met her soulmate yet. As the clock ticked down to weeks and then just days, she became more and more excited about it.
When the final day began, she was watching over a little girl, too excited to really pay attention to the child she was guarding.
She noticed too late the car that came too fast, and her stomach turned when she heard the bones cracking.
She was devastated, it was the first time a mortal in her care, no, in any angels care, had died.
And it would be the last time, too.
Her wings were cut off as punishment, and her body began rapidly decaying, turning to dust in a matter of minutes.
She was the only angel to ever die.
In her final moment, she looked down at the clock that was barely visible on what had once been her wrist.
The clock struck zero the Moment the darkness came.

But the darkness wasn't so dark after all.
It was more like incredibly thick mist surrounding her.
It took her a while to realize, that it wasn't actually mist, but instead the smoke of death. She noticed it forming an almost human shape, and that moment she understood.
She was the angel who was born to die.
No, not to die.
To fall in love with death.