[ WP ] A fortune teller perfectly predicts the future for thousands of people of what will happen to them in exactly 24 hours . When it 's your turn , she says `` You are going to die '' .

`` You are going to die.'' Those were the words that the fortune teller told me. I denied it at first leaving her and her tent, saying some things that would have made my grandmother roll over in her grave. Once it hit me though, I started running, faster and faster, until I found the last light post of the avenue. I fell to knees and I started crying like a parent finding out their child was murdered. I must have cried for a while, the sun had started to fall. As I watched my final sun down, I decided that I was n't going to let my last night alive be wasted by me wallowing in my own self pity. I got off and went to nearest coffee shop. When I got there, there were only a few people; the boy at the counter, a couple of college kids typing frantically to finish the last final papers of the semester, and one person who had intrigued me like no other. Being my last few hours, without my typical nervousness and anxiety of talking to girls, I sat down with her. She had the deepest brown eyes that made a few seconds feel like forever. Of course very quickly she asked if I needed anything, and I almost froze but something inside me decided that I would lie, I would n't say someone to spend my last few hours with. I decided to go with some cheesy and nerdy pickup line that got a chuckle and a quick, `` I remember that show!'' Thankfully she liked it enough that we walked out together. As we were walking, we began to talk about life. I found out that she did n't like chinese food, she did n't find out that she was the lucky one who got to watch me die. When we got to her house, we went in and despite what most would do, rather than going all the way, we opted for old movies on the couch laughing and talking about the craziest things. I almost felt that because of the few short hours that I was with this girl, that I just might be able to die happy. During an old romance movie, she fell asleep, and I was alone to decide what I ought to do. The sun starting creeping up as did the twenty-first hour from when I saw the fortune teller. She slowly began to stir from her slumber and I began to panic. I was wondered if I should tell her and leave or just go home and let her act like this had never happened, only for her to wonder for the rest of days what ever had happened to the boy from the coffee shop. After breakfast, the twenty-fourth hour began to creep by, a tear started to roll down my eye. When she saw, she at first decided to pretend she did n't see it. Only minutes later she asked what was wrong. I fell apart. She had no idea what to do, so she kissed me. It was n't a long kiss, but it got the point across. Just because I was going to die, did n't mean I would be forgotten. I stood up, hugged her goodbye and started walking, and I did n't stop until I died.
