Guy knew about the timer, a countdown to an inevitable prison, one he was gladly willing to enter. 5 days, 7 hours, 29 minutes, cryptic numbers hidden on his wrist. He's seen it happen before, a sudden pause as the zeros cover someone's wrist, as they frantically look for someone, someone that they know they need. But he worried, Guy's life was uneventful and plain, what if the numbers were wrong?
He shook away the thoughts as he shook himself back to reality. He had to get to work, his final's hung over him, haunting him for the past week. He didn't have time to think about the numbers, his future was more important.
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Time
Short StorySoooo, anyways, I saw a tumblr post the other day with a great idea. It was having a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soul mate. I figured I might as well right my own take on it, just because I could. -sincerely - the guy...
