Soulmates. Imagine a world where a timer counted down the time until you meet your soulmate. Engraved on your wrist would be the numbers, that sealed your fate. That's my reality. I watched my best friend as he nervously scratched at his wrist, mere seconds remaining until his destiny be filled. A girl around my age approached him, confidently striding up and grabbing his hand and walking off. I watched, suddenly distraught at my best friend slipping through my fingers. Somehow, I couldn't find it in my heart to be happy for him, no matter how deep I dug. Hot tears made itself down my eyes as I looked once again my wrist, the numbers still remaining at zero.All Rights Reserved
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