Clock Stopped Short

Hello. My name is Lydia Holmes, and this is the story of how I died.

In this world, everyone is born with a clock on their wrist. It is a sort of timer, that counts down the years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds till you meet your soul mate. I was like any other girl, occasionally staring at my clock, daydreaming about my soulmate, hoping for the seconds to tick by faster.

I remember how everyone else's clocks seemed to speed up their seconds.

And then mine stopped.