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Skylar O'Brien

For a couple of seconds, I stood there watching the psycho, but well dressed, young man who basically just told me that time traveling was a thing.

"May I come in?" He asked, politely.

At least, he's a polite psycopath.

"No, you can't. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, please." I tried to sound as credible as I could but god knows, I'm not good with the serious voice.

"Miss Skylar, with all due respect, you do not understand how important this is. If the two of you do not meet, the future as I know it, will completely change." He insisted, apparently truly believing this nonsense.

"Okay, let me be clear about something. Let's pretend I do believe that you're from the future for a second, which I don't, why in the world would my love life be so important for the universal timeline or whatever you call it?" I raised my eyebrows, trying to make him realize how insane he sounded.

He opened his mouth to say something but then shut it closed.

"This, I can not say." He bit his lip, obviously conflicted.

"Why not?" I frowned.

"Because if you've seen any good future movies you know telling anyone anything about the future might change it."

"Sure, that's why you just knocked on my door to tell me that I didn't meet my future husband. Goodbye now," I tried to shut the door but he stopped me, blocking the doorway with his feet.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Please, hear me out." So called Nathan begged me.

"Have a good day, sir." I swung the door in his face and quickly locked it, freaked out.

"This morning, when you went out to get coffee. You should've met him. Do you remember getting knocked over by two men? This is when the timeline went wrong. You need to hear me out, please." He said on the other side of the wooden door, knocking on it.

It all came back in flashes in this moment. I was walking out the coffee shop at 9:40 this morning when I got knocked over by two guys chasing each other. I got back up after falling as graciously as an elephant and didn't think much of it. I mean, this is New-York. A lot of weird shit happens in New-York. I thought this was probably a handbag thief or two friends messing around. I couldn't help but think to myself : What if this is true? What if I was really supposed to meet my soulmate but they stopped me from it? Yeah, right. You need help, Skylar. How can you even be considering it?

I didn't reply, standing still. What kind of craziness was that?

"Fine, I will give you time to process this. But know that I will not stop trying to fix this mistake." He declared. I heard footsteps walking down the stairs and then the building door closed.

Glancing through the door hole, I sighed in relief seeing that he was gone.

For now.

"What the hell was that about?" Ezra, my roomate, walked out of his room, yawning.

"Nothing." I lied. "Some guy trying to sell stuff."

I know I lied but I couldn't exactly tell him that some guy from the "future" just knocked on my door to tell me my future had changed because I didn't get to meet my soulmate.

"Was that chocolate? If it was, tell him to come back." He laughed. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a black jersey with oversized sweatpants and had hangover written on his forehead.

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