[ 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 .

Life is all about finding true love – that ’ s all they ever said. 
 
 The romantic movies, the love stories, the catchy pop tunes that seem to be stuck in your head for hours – they all spouted the same nonsense: that love will set you free, that we were made to love. 
 
 My name is John and I ’ m not like anyone else you ’ ll meet. You see, I have these two watches: one tells me when I ’ m going to meet my soulmate, and the other tells me when I ’ m about to die. For years, I ’ d been sceptical of whether this would actually work – after all, a watch that tells you when you meet your soulmate isn ’ t very plausible. But despite everything that I told myself or forced myself to believe, there was a part of me that just always believed. 
 
 As you can imagine, having a watch like that can be quite the hassle. My earlier relationships all ended the same – another lover furious that I would concoct such a lie to prevent anyone from growing close to me. Even the most level headed of women would invariably storm off angry when I explained to them the true purpose of the watch. 
 
 And for a period of time, I tried to ignore the watch. I left it at home for this one date, hidden away, just so I could enjoy the company of a beautiful girl without knowing whether or not she was the one. And as they say, ignorance is indeed bliss. I felt as though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. 
 
 The relationship lasted four years. One night, she told me that she was moving on, and that despite the great run that we had, she just didn ’ t feel like I was the one. 
 
 Heartbroken, I found my way back to the watch, only to see that it hadn ’ t stopped counting down. The watch hadn ’ t lied – she simply wasn ’ t the one. 
 
 The next few months were a blur. I alternated between being in a drunken stupor and in a drug-riddled haze. The pain of losing a loved one was simply too much. And the “ soulmate ” watch seemed to be mocking me with every tick – a reminder that I had wasted my time with all the other girls prior, that I should ’ ve just been patient and listened to the almighty watch. 
 
 But it wasn ’ t the only watch that was mocking me. The “ life ” watch had previously started with more time on it, but as I fell into a life of drugs and booze, it quickened. It seemed to be literally sucking my life. Now, both watches were nearly running out. 
 
 And that ’ s how I got here. Standing on top of a bridge on a wet Wednesday night, the rain pouring down, cars screeching by. 
 
 She had always hated the rain, said it always made life more complicated. 
 
 The edge of the bridge is so narrow, the toes of my feet are already peering out into the abyss. 
 
 The rain keeps pelting on, an almost cathartic feeling as it splashes on my face. 
 
 The life watch and the soulmate watch were now ticking down in tandem. 
 I loved her. I couldn ’ t bring myself to love again. 
 
 Another step closer to the edge. I lean forward, intending to let my weight take me over. 
 
 I wonder what it feels like to die. Maybe it ’ ll be quick, maybe it ’ ll feel like nothing. 
 
 Finally, I lose my balance and let gravity work its magic. 
 
 “ WAIT, NO! ” 
 
 As I fall, my body turns and I ’ m able to catch a glimpse of the source of the voice. 
 
 Wait, no. Could it be? 
 
 0:00 

