"But Momma, what if I dont see them and I miss them or they go to the wrong girl, and what am I meet them? What do I say? Should I hug them or kiss them or what? Oh momma this is too much I can't do this momma please dont make me go please dont" It had been the same for the last month, everyday, every morning, Lindsey would freak out about her watch getting closer and closer to the much anticipated 00:00:00:00:00. Most girls would of been exciting about meeting the love of there life, but to Lindsey, her anxiety had been rising higher and higher, so much that everything she could do without anxiety, had now because almost impossible. She had missed a lot school lately, and she hadn't left the house much either, but that was ok, I just found some work online for her to do and kept her calm, but today, today was important, so I was wanting her to go in more than usual. I didn't want her to miss her chance, this meant to much to me and her to let this slip. "Lindsey shh it's going to ok, just say hi and introduce yourself" I reassured her, I looked to her watch, 00:00:02:46:38. "But I've already met all the boys at school and they're all dicks" Lindsey whined.
"A new boy could of started, or maybe even it could be a girl, but you won't know till you go, the bus is almost here, I promise you it will be a good day. Now go, I don't want you to be late" I kissed her on the forehead and she left, her hand trembling as she put in her headphones.
I sat down and looked at my own watch. 08:06:24:07:13:58. 8 years, 6 months, 24 days, 7 hours, 13 minutes and 58 seconds. The same way it had been for 14 years. It was broken. I had met Lindsey's dad and had fallen in love with him. My watch still had ages left on it when I met him, but I thought when I had met him, that after I got to know him, maybe my watch would switch to zero and it would somehow realise it was wrong. But it didn't. It continued counting down and so was his, but by this point, we loved each other and still stayed together, had Lindsey and then he left when she was 2, because his watch had gone to zero when he got a new co-worker. I couldn't be mad, because it was his soulmate, and my watch was still counting. Until a few months later when my clock stopped running. Since then, I had constantly checked Lindsey's watch, to make sure that it wouldn't stop.
The watch can predict when your soulmate will die from illness, accident or murder, but it can't predict suicide. And thats why it stopped. Because my soulmate killed themselves. So here I am, mourning what could of been.
My phone buzzes. It's Lindsey.
"His name is James"
At least I know she won't die alone.