Guy was getting nervous, his time was running out. 3 days 5 hours, 10 minutes. His classmates noticed, some teased, some praised. The only problem was Guy himself. The stress of his nightmares, and his future pressed down on him in a constant force. His sleep was ending, 37 hours, Guy though, 37 hours some I last slept. Insomnia was starting to show.
He didn't know what to so when the time comes, how would he react. He couldn't ask his friends, considering the risk of sharing his nightmares. Besides, guy was best when left to his own devices. When it happens, my sanity will remain, a phrase Guy repeated to himself constantly, his dreams taking their toll.
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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...
