What if when you were born, you mother whispers you a number.
Then she dies.
Your whole life, you have to find the certain someone with the corresponding number, until the date your number is displaying.
If you don't, you will be stripped of your identity and become what they call "Triat".
Your "Corres" as people call it, is like your soulmate, and once together, your corresponding numbers start instead to show new dates of special or sad occasions, like a future telling calender.
Ashton Irwin's time is running out.
His number, 140515, expires in 5 months.
But surely there are easy ways to find your Corres right? Put an advert in the paper?
Wrong.
You see, your number is special, unique to you, and can't be told to anyone but your Corres.
If you tell the wrong person, you will become Triat.
You must use logic and wit to find them, but most of all you must follow your heart and hope it leads you well.
(bad description but read anyway?)
Dear Luke, I have written this over and over again, trying to make it right. And I am not going to throw this version away this time. Your absence is making me sad. You have been gone and no one can get over it. Especially me. Your friends ask if i'm okay. I don't really reply. There is no way to show how I am really feeling. Your friend Ashton seems nice. So do all your other friends. But I still miss your laugh. Your smile. Your voice. You have been gone for a while, and I am not sure if I am supposed to move on or not. Because it seems like nobody else can get over it either. -May
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A/N:
This is my first story published on Wattpad. It is kind of a crappy one, and I intended it to be much longer and sadder, but my mind ran out of ideas. This is one of my worst stories but I finished it and didn't know what to do with it so I'm just publishing it. This is a story about a girl moving on without her best friend. This is not a Luke Hemmings romance, it is an Ashton romance.
Hope you like it, please read, rate, and enjoy!