Those numbers on Sherlock's wrist were ignored most of his life. They were a thought that he almost never entertained because he doubted that anything like those little numbers could control someone's feelings. A 'soulmate' was just a fictitious thing that people believed in to make them happy and went along with it when they found the right person.
But sometimes…
He couldn't help but entertain the idea. Were they male or female? Would they truly like him? No one liked him. And sometimes those numbers were all that stopped him from committing suicide. Not that he didn't do drugs. But the idea that there might be someone out there kept him alive some days.
It had gotten to the point where he could ignore the numbers by now, never looking at them. So when he finally looked at his wrist, he froze in shock.
10 seconds.
And he was going out for pig's blood from the butcher for an experiment.
9.
How could he have not noticed that earlier? Idiot! He have known the date was coming too…
8.
His mind slowed the world down around him as he tried to catch up. He would meet his 'soulmate' today. His heart was pounding in his chest.
7. 6.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and keep his outer appearing cool before continuing walking.
5.4.3.
His eyes scanned those around him, looking for someone else that had to be them.
2.
Where were they? It was all a lie.
1.
He bumped into a shorter, blond haired man with a limp.
0.
"Oh, sorry," he said, stepping back a moment to examine the man.