Unlike the other boys my age, I wore my watch on a chain around my neck, tucked away beneath my shirt, where it rested against my heart. It seemed more personal that way. After all, something that showed me my soul mate was never meant to be in one's pocket.
Long ago people married someone they were not meant to, losing their chance at their soulmate forever. To prevent that, we were given a watch whose time who cease to be once we meet out soulmate.
Once I believed in the power of these strange devices that looked into our heart and soul, but now I wear the cold piece of metal over my heart, the last remains of a love long gone, for when the clock gave its last tick, she fell in love with another man.
She was a Senator's daughter. I was the son of a poor farmer, brought up working on the la-nd. She was flawless beauty, while looks had passed me by. She was a woman of knowledge, I had gotten the short end of the stick.
The day we met, I felt the watch cease to tick. I watched as the brown-eyed beauty placed her hand to the pendant around her neck, opening it to reveal a small clock within, whose second hand ceased to beat.
"I'm-" I never had the chance to introduce myself. She turned her nose up at me, looking at me as one would the filthy addict on the street, before walking away. I found out later she married a man of high degree, with wealth aplenty. While the two danced away on their wedding night, I stood there, hand to my watch, praying for it to beat once more, the hear its lovely, soothing sound, but alas it had failed me. My own heart ceased to beat that day. It became nothing more than a cold, lifeless thing, just the way the watch did, all those years ago.
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