What if you knew what the first thing your soul mate would say to you before they said it? What if that word, or sentence, or whatever, was etched onto you skin, there forever. Some soul mates meet when they're kids, when they're barely understood what it meant. Others met when they're close to death, and they spend what little time left together. But most met in their early twenties. And sometimes its not love at first sight. Actually, from what I've heard, I don't think it ever is.
My parent's certainly didn't get along right away.
They met at a bar when my dad was on leave from the marines. My mom was studying to be a nurse. They both went out for a night of fun, and my dad was drunk and trying to hit on my moms friend. Now, my moms friend was engaged, and my dad decided to ignore this and kept harassing her. So my mom turned to him and said "Get it through your head, she's found her forever." To which my dad replied "Say that again." And, of course, both of these were tattooed on them, on my mom's hand and on my dad's leg. Apparently, my mom just shook her head and left in disbelief. She though dad was some kind of douche. But the next day, my dad started his quest to win her over. It took a year, but it worked. They married and had me.
Sadly, it wasn't happily ever after. See, along with the first words your soul mate says, people are born with a timer on their arm. This timer counts down to the day you die. Obviously it doesn't tell you why you die, and there's no real way to beat it. I've heard of a few people who didn't die right away, and got a few more months with their loved ones. But it's worse than knowing, not knowing, because you could drop dead at any time. It's actually easier for everyone to expect it.
My dad had until he was thirty five. So one day, when I was two, my dad left the house. He didn't want me and my mom to go through finding his body. My mom begged him to spend his last few hours with us and my new born brother Scott, but my dad said no. He went to a hotel, and called my mom ten minutes before he died. We talked to him on the phone, my mom crying. I had a little understanding of what was going on, but I wasn't ready to hear my dad's words stop, a hushed goodbye, and a thud. I cried for a week and a half. My mom still hasn't stopped crying.
Fast forward 19 years. I'm twenty one, a firefighter in New York City. My clock says I'll live until sixty six, but everyone one says with how recklessly I act towards running into a fire, I'll be lucky to make it to twenty six. But nobody dies before they're supposed to. That brings me comfort.
I live with my girlfriend, Quinn Fabray. We're not soul mates, but we do love each other. Quinn says we don't have to actually listen to this whole soul mate thing, because anybody can see what's written on you and repeat it back when they see you. Quinn and I do that. Every morning, she wakes up and asks me if I can get her kitten. That's what's written on my chest. And to her, I tell her she can take me to court any day. That's wrapped around her ankle. But it makes no sense. That's how you know. The response has to make sense. At least I think so.
I love Quinn. I do. But I wonder what would happen if I met my soul mate. Would I just shrug it off and stay with Quinn? Or would I be so drawn to this person that I end things? Because that's the only way I'd end things. If it was love at first sight. Or words. I don't know. At least right now I don't. Mom says I'll figure things out soon.
I hope she's right.
So this is a short little introduction to the story. It's not first person, just this part. But it is Finn's point of view. I got the idea from a few of those soul mate theories, and I'm really excited for this. I hope you guys like it.