My Soulmate Short Story

We’ve grown up with the time in our wrists. Each second passing by, with only fate controlling it. Our whole lives center on the exact time that lies on our wrists. Our right wrists, to be precise. The date that is flashing is the day our dreams come true and our lives are complete, or so they say. That day is when we meet our lover, our soulmate. The times are sacred, and a secret. The time can be seen by your eyes only. Every day is just considered a day closer to the time on your wrist. Some dates lay a few days from now, some a few years, and some a few decades. Your soulmate could be your neighbor, your childhood best friend, or a complete stranger. All you know is that you are destined to be together. Your fate, your whole life, lies in a simple date and time on your wrist.

I immediately sat up, I was buzzing with excitement. “Today is the day,” I said to myself. Today was the day I meet “the one”. The day I meet my soulmate. I stood in front of closet for what seemed like hours, contemplating what to wear. It had to be perfect. It had to be nice, but not too formal. And it had to be me. I eventually decided on a simple summer dress and sandals, and I polished it off with a headband and a necklace from my mother. I checked the time, it read, “3 hours, 27 minutes, 17 seconds”. Today I was going out to eat lunch with my best friend. We were taking the E train at 10:30 and going downtown to our favorite restaurant. We would get there at about 11, would order and eat, and leave at around 12. Then we would head down the street to get ice cream, where, apparently, I am destined to meet my