[ WP ] You have two watches , one counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate , the other counts down to when you die , today they are to hit zero at the same time .

I... think I'm ready. 
 
 Twelve minutes to the fateful encounter. I've been preparing myself for this day. Others might feel a sense of dread in my position, but unfortunately I'm a hopeless romantic. If I get to meet the woman of my dreams, it's all worth it. 
 
 ***BANG*** Gunshots fill the night air. It does n't faze me. Death by bullet is one of the easier ways to go. But where is she? I start scanning the crowd, running past me and away from the gunmen. 
 
 Many beautiful girls catch my eye, but they all either get shot or run to safety, far away from me. Four minutes. Impulsively, I slowly walk towards the gunmen. Since it's fated for me to die tonight, I might as well make it easier for them. 
 
 By now, they've turn their backs towards me, facing a terrorist cameraman, exclaiming their victory in a language I do n't understand. To their right are half a dozen hostages. Tied up and crying. There are four females amongst the group. Two are beautiful redheads, one is a bespectacled brunette and the other is an overweight blonde. I seem like I'm judging them on their looks, but I really do n't mind. True love knows no bounds. 
 
 I take cover behind a bench to get a closer look. They pull up a man, scream some words, and shoot him in the head. I gag, but I'm stuck here now and I ca n't do anything. 
 
 The pull up one of the redheads. I glance down at my watch. Twnety seconds. This might be the one! But something holds me back, either my fear of dying or fear of chossing the wrong one. I watch her scream and die. 
 
 The next is the bespectacled brunette. I see the fear in her eyes. She's bawling. I see her beautiful, grey eyes reflecting the city lights, hair flowing freely amindst the terror. I don'r glance down at my watch this time. I do n't need it to tell me the love of my short life is right there in front of me, about to die. 
 
 The watch does n't tell me if she dies, so I'm determined she does n't. I sprint forward from my cover, grabbing one of their rifles and shooting them down. She instinctively fell to the floor while the gunmen are caught off guard. 
 
 They're taking a moment to process the danger. Too late. The fierce adrenaline takes over me and the thought of saving that nameless girl fills me with determination. 
 
 
 I shoot three in the upper body before I feel the first bullet in my leg. Shit. I reload and fire at the remaining gunmen as they continue to fire. In the corner of my eye, I see the girl crawling away to safety. 
 
 I feel another bullet in my shoulder. In my chest. In my right leg. I fall to the ground. The gunmen run up to me and start filling me with holes and as I die I see the girl running off into the distance. She never looks back. 
 
 As I breath my last breath, I smile my last smile. The woman of my dreams was n't an immaculate beauty, but I fell inexplicably in love with her, and I gave uo my life for hers.
