When Hotaru was born, the Timer on her wrist displayed naught but a mess of ever-shifting lines. No one thought anything of it, as such was common when one's soulmate had yet to be born. As the years passed with no change, however, concern grew that perhaps she didn't have a soulmate.
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When Hotaru was eight, her Timer became the last thing on anyone's mind.
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When Hotaru was eleven, one stray glance at her wrist demanded a second; her wrist now displayed a countdown to a date one year and some months away. Hotaru grimaced; it seemed not only that her soulmate was very young, but that she would meet them as such.
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After a year, for approximately seven seconds, the time on her wrist changed to a date one millenium in the future, provoking a pained and concerned stare; it was all too possible her Timer was broken.
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As the Timer wound down to twenty minutes, Hotaru seated herself on a park bench to read. As it reached the five-minute mark, she lost track of time. As it hit thirty seconds, the wind picked up, taking a wide-brimmed hat with it. At five seconds, she pinned the hat.
As the Timer blinked zero, Hotaru's gaze turned to meet guileless red eyes.