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I always hated meeting new people. They’d always treat me different and say sorry when they’d glance at my wrist, curiosity getting the best of them. My wrist was blank, no days, hours, minutes, or seconds counting down. I wasn’t meant to find a true love.

Perhaps I was at some point though; there were numbers when I was little. When I first learned to read, I remember the numbers scaring me; they were so big and the time to meet my soulmate was so far away. When I was seven, I felt a horrible pain in my heart and then my numbers were suddenly gone. I’d never heard of something like that happening before and I begged my mother to take me to the doctor. I recall crying for days when she explained to me that the person I was destined to meet had died.

I’m just a teenager now, but I’ve come to terms with my lonely future; that’s what was meant to be, right? I wonder sometimes who my soulmate was supposed to be. With something that’s so exciting for so many other people, I like to be wistful about it. I like to imagine that she would be quiet and shy like I was and when we met, we’d blossom into each other. But then I’m thrown back into reality with the knowledge that such a thing could never happen.

Day in, day out, I’d live life in an infinite, lonely cycle. My job was across town, so every day, I had to take the bus. I greeted the driver by name; I would see him every day, so I might as well have gotten acquainted. There was a couple on the bus that stood out against the usual people who rode at this time. She was very pretty and, judging by the ink on his hands and the sketchbook he held, he was an artist. They had that look of excitement and joy that I’d seen countless times before; they were soul mates that had just met. I quickly looked away, I could already feel the jealousy seeping in. I walked towards the back of the bus, ready to take my usual seat near the back, but someone was already there.

When she glanced up at me, I felt an ungodly pain ripping through my chest and into my wrist. I howled and shouted and I faintly heard someone screaming along with me. When the pain subsided, I lifted my hand to see my once blank meter flash and frantically change numbers again and again until it finally stopped on one second. It froze on that number and, even when several seconds passed, it did not move. I shakily lifted my head to meet the eyes of the girl in my usual seat, then glanced at my counter again to see it at zero. Realizing what had just transpired, but still completely confused by it, I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back at me, tears welling up in her eyes.

It seemed that destinies could be rewritten and that I wasn’t as lonely as I had thought.

I hope you got the idea. And here is a little pic, just so I get vote if you're not into stories.
-not mine, author unknown for me