I smile as I glance down at my wrist. My father was surprised when he discovered that I would meet my soulmate at the age of sixteen, but there is nothing he can do about it.
The minute both or one if us turns eighteen, we have to move in together. The connection gets stronger as time flies by. The farther away you are from your other half, the more pain you will experience. The worst, is death.

"Hey!" Rachel greets me as she enters the classroom. "How much longer?"

"Twelve hours, ten minutes, five seconds, four seconds, th-"

She cuts me off with a laugh. "Okay, I get it Julia."

"But the thing is, my father doesn't want to let me go out at nine in the evening, but he also can't stop fate from happening."

"Who do you think it will be?" She asks looking around the room, skipping over the 'unworthy' candidates.

I roll my eyes. "Obviously, no one in here, or else the timer would have already rung."

She giggles. "Of course, how stupid could I be?" She playfully smacks her head.

"Alright class, settle down!" The teacher comes in and Rachael rolls her eyes.

"Rachael! Sit!" Rachael groans before going to the other side of the room and sitting down at her desk.

I hate the teachers that separate best friends. It's like they automatically think we will spend the whole time talking!

Well . . . that's not too far off.

"Alright class, today we will be talking about the effects of losing your soulmate," half the class groans, but the teacher continues with her lesson. "You see, the effects kick in so immediately, that . . ."

I tune out and sketch in my notebook instead.

***

I stare at myself in the mirror. My blond hair is, for the first time in my life, curled. My green eyes carry mascara and eyeshadow.

My cheeks are scattered with freckles, most which are hidden beneath some bright pink blush. My curves are hugged with skin tight dark blue jeans and a dark green crop top.

"I-I'm speechless . . ." I say while continuing to gaze at myself in the mirror.

"Well, now it's time for the finishing touch!" Rachael exclaims while holding up a pair of dark blue heels.

"No," I say and instead take out my black and white sneakers. "There is no way I am wearing those."

Rachael groans while she watches me tie my shoes. "Come on, it'll be the completed look!"

"No!" I exclaim and take the heels and shove them into her closet. "My father would kill me if he saw me wearing those types of heels! Plus! I'll probably twist an ankle!"

"Come on! They aren't that high!"

"Five inches isn't high for you?" I ask with a blank expression.

She rolls her eyes. "Fine! So, how much longer?"

"You asking over and over again isn't going to make time run faster!"

"Just answer the question!"

"Twenty minutes, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, o-"

"Okay! I get it! Quit doing that!"

"You asked," I shrug my shoulders.

"That's not what I- oh, never mind!" She rolls her eyes, tired with my attitude.

I laugh. "Whatever, how much longer do you think it is until he notices?"

"Probably another ten or so minutes, you did give him a large serving of sleeping syrup."

"I just wish he could let me go out and live a little, you know?" I ask while leaning back to lay on her bed. I stare at the white ceiling above.

"Maybe he has a point in doing that, you know?" She asks while tugging on her sleeve.

Staring at her sleeve, I let my mind wander to her. "When are you going to tell me how much longer it'll take for you to meet your soulmate?"

She glances up at me surprised. Hiding her wrist behind her back she looks at me.

"What does it matter? Today is your day! We should go out and look around!" Rachael doesn't give me time to respond before she's bouncing down the stairs.

"Bye mom! Bye dad! We'll be back later!" Rachael waves at her parents before grabbing my arm and pulling me out. "Come on! Look around to see if anyone could be your soulmate!"

I glance down at my wrist instead. "There is still five minutes left, and-"

Rachael looks around before realising that the ringtone is coming from her phone. "Oops," she murmurs before pulling out her phone. "Hey mister Miller!"

Freezing, I stare at her with wide eyes.

"Your daughter? Oh, she's here with me!" I wave my arms frantically across my neck, trying to get Rachael to stop talking. My father hates her enough as it is. "Don't worry, Julia will be fine! . . . No! My parents are here!"

Closing my eyes, I lean back. Stupid Rachael! Stupid!

"No! No need for you to come here! She'll be alright!" I back up a few steps before turning around, only to be blinded by bright, white lights.

A car's horn blows from somewhere in the back of my mind, but everything seems to be coming in slow motion.

Julia! Someone screamed, now that I think about it.

I stand in front of the truck frozen. I need to move, but I can't seem to.

A buzzing sensation goes through my wrist, and into my whole body.

Someone else is screaming in the background. Something slams into my body, and all I notice are the brightest pair of blue eyes that I have ever seen.

My back collides with the concrete road and everything seems to speed up again.

My head and back ache, but all I can think about is the blue eyes.

Forcing myself onto my stomach, I look around me. A car is speeding down the road, people are coming out of their homes, and a body is lying in a dark pool of liquid.

Feeling some sort of pull, I crawl towards the figure.

Blue eyes. They are the only things bright about the scrammbled body.

The figure looks more male and human the longer I stare at it.

He smiles at me before slowly shutting his eyes.

His lips are moving, but I can't hear anything. I move closer.

"It was nice to meet you," he whispers, before he stops breathing.

A weird, hot, burning sensation runs through me.

I scream. Not in pain, but in agony. My body seems to be burning, I feel like I'm dying.

My clothes get wet with something dark and sticky.

His blood.

I never found out his name.

People come running to me and start surrounding me.

"Out of my way! She needs space!" A familiar voice screams through the hazy sounds of the world.

Brown eyes stare at me from above.

"Rachael," I whisper. "Help me!"

"I-I can't!" She mutters, frantically running her hands through her hair. "Don't touch her!" She yells as someone puts their hands on me.

I scream louder. It burns worse.

"Don't touch her!" She glances at me in worry. "Don't worry Julia, it'll get better!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW?!" I don't mean to shout, but everything hurts.

"Because you aren't the first one this has happened to," she whispers before pulling up her sleeve.

Written on it, instead of a time, is one word.

I look down at my own wrist, and the same word is written on it.

E R R O R

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