Clocks
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See, we had been told since we were children, that the clocks on our wrists meant something. They were timers, and when the clock would reach zero, we would meet our soul mates. { DISCLAIMER I found the story idea as a writing prompt on tumblr. Its definitely not mine } &nbsp;(((I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this story or not yet. Please bear with me until I can decide.)))
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We were all born with a tattoo on our left wrist; a countdown to the exact moment we would first look into the eyes of our soul mate; and I was going to meet mine tonight, around 8. My parents were soul mates; my grandparents were too; my brother had met his a few months ago and he’d been ridiculously in love since then. Everything around me seemed to work out just the way it was supposed to but I couldn’t help but be really skeptical about the whole thing. A part of me thought that people felt like they had to spend the rest of their life with the person that stood in front of them when their timer read ‘O’ and therefor convinced themselves that they were in love. Love was more than that to me; and no tattoo was going to tell me who I had to give my heart to, that was for sure.

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