Visualize a world devoid of all emotions and love, a world where you will never experience the warmth of knowing that there is someone out there waiting for you. visualize living, knowing that the person you are destined to share your life with is gone, living knowing that you will never know what being truly loved feels like. Your soulmate; non-existent. Everyone at birth has a tattoo, a tattoo of a clock counting down. This tattoo differs from person to person but it all has the same meaning. When the clock reaches zero, then you have finally met your soulmate.
Be that as it may, there are some unfortunate cases, it's not all glad consummation and people discovering their perfect partners period; no. When the clock halts before hitting zero... It implies that your perfect partner has regrettably passed on. Individuals who lost perfect partners in the past are known as The Miserable. The Miserable are perpetually alone and they roam the cities, always attempting to discover somebody to supplant what they have lost. Not one Miserable in history has ever had the ability to fill this gap in their chest that was etched behind by their soulmate.
It is the most unpleasant experience that can occur to a person today, losing the person that will love you unconditionally forever. Losing that person discerns as identical to someone ripping your heart out from your chest and tearing it in half right in front of you. Unbelievably it happened to me. Last week I was in class, the teacher taking attendance as usual. "Lee" She reached my name and habitually I raised my hand.
She took a gander at my hand and didn't take her eyes from it. As if there was a problem with my hand. out of thin air she started to scream, unlike the girly kind of screaming; no an all-out screech. She sounded unnerved as though it was the end for me. I didn't comprehend what was going on until I saw what she was gazing at. My hand. THUMP THUMP. No. THUMP THUMP. Not that. THUMP. Please. THUMP THUMP. Anything else, please. Gradually I turned my hand towards me and there it was. All of my feelings of trepidation becoming true. My clock. THUMP THUMP. It had stopped. THUMP THUMP. Acknowledgment crawled towards and i realized what it meant. Thump thump. And blackness. I had fainted.
