Time is running out

I was running out of time, I glanced down at the numbers ticking on my wrist. The neon light shone even in the darkest night reminding you that you can't escape. Time runs us, we live off of the particular idea. We were created with two different types of watches one disappears at the age of 16 or after you have found your soul mate. The other..well it's your life source. The clock tells you how many years, months, days you have left. It's terrifying, you legitimately watch your life tick away. This is a gift and a curse because, you never take anything for granted.

This is not my story about my death day or anything too depressing like that. It's about young love and how no one is ever right. ** Sorta based of the movie " In Time" ****