"What if a clock counted down to the moment you met your soul mate, would you want to know?"
Alane Crystal Parker, that's my real name but everyone just calls me Crysti, except my brother who calls me Clumsy. Unlike everyone else on earth, I was born with a busted clock. A green rimmed metal plate on my wrist with 6147d 15h 5m 23s left. Apparently, as far as I know, this means my soul mate died before I even got the chance to be born. But, that's just the tip of the iceberg, my life has gone down hill since, my brother has always laughed at me for, as they put it "Being so clumsy, I broke my clock"
I've always thought, maybe they're right, maybe I'm such a big clutz I broke my one shot at love. Until today.
You know those random bruises and scrapes you get? That just come out of nowhere? Your parents always told you that you must just be clumsy. But no, it's your soul mate.
If your soul mate gets hurt in any way it shows on you as well. Will this make it easier to find each other?