This is going to be short-she says with hope-and it's simply to get my muse to work again for Natsu, The Friendly Demon. It doesn't want to work for me atm, so I'm directing my muse elsewhere for the time being. I hope you enjoy.
When it was discovered that meeting one's soulmate could be predicted, timed, and controlled, the government wasted no time on finding out more.
Wasted no time in forcing regulations, laws, suggestions, on how people could live. How they could love. How they could build a family.
Soulmates, if they met when they were legal adults, were to be married within four months, just enough time to get to know the person you were spend the rest of your life with. If soulmates met as children, they were to marry when they were both of legal age. Children were expected within two or three years after marriage, adopted by gay or lesbian couples, biological for those who could produce children, surrogates were allowed—the government didn't really care how you had children, they just wanted a soulmate pair to have them by the deadline set when they married.
Cold bastards.
It didn't start this way of course. For a while, they were simply a part of life. Some people married the one the timer said was their soulmate, others simply became friends, and still others parted ways. For a few decades, life was good. Simple. Slowly though, more rules and regulations started to creep in. At first, the law only required that soulmates live together for six months, go out on dates, give the idea of spending the rest of their lives together a shot. Over the years, stricter laws came into action, until there was no choice but to marry your soulmate.
The Soul Council, a body of twelve people that had been instated to regulate the needs of soulmates—counseling, doctors, marriage licenses, etc.—defended the laws with statistics.
They boasted that the divorce rate dropped to near zero. That the population was steady. It had reduced the average stress of a citizen of Fiore. Families were steadier, cheating was down, blah, blah. That pinning for one's true love, for one's soulmate, was a thing of the past. No would ever wonder if they were simply not good enough to be loved, or if there was something lacking in them that would make people stay away. Love would be as simple as waiting for the timer to hit zero, and then looking up into the eyes of one's soulmate, and knowing that your life, your future was here.
And so the laws stood as they were, weathering small protests, and the test of time. No one could get the traction needed to get the laws overturned, and most people simply accepted the timers and the laws as the way life was.
Some people waited with baited breath for that blessed moment.
She watching her timer with the fear, trepidation, and anger of the damned waiting for the devil to take their soul.
For when that clock hit zero, she knew she had three options: Marriage, jail, or death.
None of them sounded particularly pleasant.
I have a feeling this is ridiculously clichéd, but with NTFD giving me problems I wanted to focus on other things for the time being. Please review! I read them all and reply! have a good day guys.