A/N: I feel like this song would kind of go with this story. I know it kind of sounds sad, but I feel like this is what Newt feels like in this story.
Newt's POV
10 more minutes...
10 more minutes...
10 more minutes...
Those words have been chanting in my head all day, with different times of course. Every day I look forward to these times and I am never disappointed.
8 more minutes
Every day at 12:15 p.m. my soul mate starts writing or doodling on their arm, therefore being written on my arm. They usually write, 'You look beautiful,' or 'My angel,' or sometimes they write a grocery list.
5 more minutes
I glance at my wrist, checking my watch anxiously, just to make sure they haven't written anything while I was deep in concentration. One day I'll meet them...
2 more minutes
I start drinking my tea quickly, with small sips. Even though this happens every day, I still get nervous. They have no idea how much a grocery list affects me.
30 seconds...
I start tapping my fingers on the table, while my eyes are locked on my other arm.
"I wonder what I'll get today," I said to myself.
That's when I see it, the familiar black ink they use from their favorite pen. I observe every movement of the ink appearing. They wrote with such gentleness, elegance, neatness. It's almost like they know that I savored this moment.
Dr. appt. @ 2 p.m. w/ Dr. Jeff.
Is this a sign that I should meet them there? I mean, I know where the clinic is, but are they wanting me to show up? Yes. I have to take any chance there may be. I need to meet my soul mate.
I look down at my watch to see 12:20, blinking back at me. I have almost 2 hours to waste. What could I do in that time?
'Well, you bloody idiot, maybe freshening up a bit. Unless you want to go with the homeless look,' I thought to myself. I need a new shirt and need to do something with this hair.
I went upstairs to my room and started rummaging through my closet. I was considering the color first then moving on to style. However, since I wear the basic colors, white, grey, and black, and ended up choosing my grey shirts. One shirt struck my fancy in particular, it was a grey button-up with rolled up buttoned sleeves right about my elbow. I carefully removed it from the hanger and brought it into the washroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror and started to gel my hair. I don't usually do this, but it's a special occasion. I parted my hair to the left and gelled the hell out of it. I then moved on to my teeth, which I brushed twice; I've always have done that, but for this occurrence, it fits. Finally, I got a clean cloth and started washing my face.
I looked in the mirror and was met by the new, and improved, Newton. This Newton was a keeper for sure.
I looked down at my watch and it read 1:20. I hurried, but neatly, put on my button up shirt and straightened it to look nice. I jogged down the stairs and grabbed my phone and keys and ran to my car.
I got in my car and started it up and began smiling like crazy. My whole life is about to change. Forever. I mean, I'm about to meet the person I'm going to marry, and start a family with, and grow old with. Who wouldn't be this happy?
