also! i spent like 1 hour trying to write this a few days ago and then the whole story got deleted

:) i :) love :) suffering :)

soulmate au, where a timer is placed on your wrist (almost like a tattoo) ans it shows you how much time you have left until meeting your soulmate.

after meeting, you and your soulmate's timer will write 00:00:00:00

y/n sighed as she rolled up her sleve, reading the digits that were displayed

eight more minutes until she will meet her soulmate

the girl looks around the coffee shop she was in. young and old couples alike were seated in front of eachother, chatting away.

y/n soon realised, today was valentine's day.

that would explain the barista giving her a rose on the way in the shop.

funny, she thought. she was going to meet the person she will spend the rest of her life with on the international day of love.

she hurriedly stands up from her table, grabs her coat and heads for the exit.

february weather soon hits her as she opens the door to leave, making the girl shudder slightly.

and with her sleeve rolled up and rose in hand, she waits.

two more minutes

her veins rushed with nervousness, her heart beating out of her chest.

maybe it was the caffeine or maybe it was her excitment.

probably both.

y/n looks around for someone around the street.

but there was no one.

she looks again at her wrist, one more minute.

maybe the timer broke? maybe something happened to her soulmate? is she ever going to meet--

her thoughts were soon interrupted by a girl, her heels echoeing through the empty street.

the said girl crosses the street, her eyes meeting with y/n's.

a smile appears on her face as she walks past y/n.

she stays bewildered as the dark haired girl walks away.

but,

as soon as she turns away to catch up with the stranger.

she was gone.

y/n looks down at her wrist.

horror reaches her gut as the digits

00:00:00:00 were displayed.

the girl walks to her appartment, sadness seeping through her.

so, she collapses on her couch and turns on her tv. maybe that'll get her mind off of the girl she saw earlier.

a news channel popped up.

a car accident.

two people ingured, one dead.

the driver and his wife hit a girl.

and as soon as the channel showed a photo of the victim, her heart shattered.

it was her.

y/n wakes up the next morning, her eyes puffy from all the tears.

she takes the dying rose that was sitting in the vase,

feeling just like the lonely flower.