Tic Toc

We stared at each other. After all these months of frantic searching, and all we could do was stare.

"You're him?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.

The tall, long haired man tentatively sat next to me on the bench. God, he had the gentleness of a mouse.

"I'm him." A small smile played on his lips.

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This story is set in an unfair world of ticking watches and untimely deaths. There's only one other person that you can be with, the person who holds the matching watch. However, finding that person is a bit harder than it should be.