You 're moments late to literally everything . You watch busses pull away as you run behind them , girls get asked out as you walk up to them , and you have never caught a green light . One day though , you arrive on time . [ WP ]

No, no, no not again dammit. 
 
 I arrived at the intersection just as the light turned red. God fucking dammit. Even now the universe toyed with me. I debated running the light, but I could n't risk getting caught. I would lose any chance of making it then. 
 
 So I waited at that awful stoplight for what seemed like an eternity, and my thoughts drifted back to the morning, that terrible phone call. How had it happened so fast so suddenly? I felt despair, sadness, and a desperate sense of urgency. I had driven from freaking Boston down to New York, and I was being held up at this light. 
 
 In my brooding, I did n't realize the light had turned green until some asshole cabbie honked on his horn. Cursing my absentmindedness I floored it, driving at a remarkable 20 mph in the streets of New York. 
 
 I finally made it to the ugly looking building. It was nothing more than a cube someone had randomly plopped on the ground. I knew it was illogical but I hated this place. 
 
 I parked my car illegally on the curb and just sprinted towards the building. People gave me odd looks as I ran by but I did n't care, I could n't be late for this dammit, not this. 
 
 Tears blurred my vision as I ran. Deep inside I knew I would n't make it, I never made it. I was too late for Lisa, too late for that interview with Google, too late to make something out of my life. I had no friends, let alone lovers, because of this stupid curse. I never made meetings, dates, dates... activities. Things normal people do. 
 
 But I had an anchor, someone who put up with me, stayed with me despite my curse. 
 
 My train of thought was interrupted as I got to the receptionist. She was small, had black hair, and was wearing a yellow dress, rather out of place in the sterile white of the hospital. 
 
 She gave me a look of disapproval, noting my disheveled hair and unbuttoned shirt, but forced a smile and asked, `` Good morning, how may I help you sir?'' 
 
 I did n't have time for pleasantries dammit. `` Where is Melissa Rose? I need the room number. Please,'' I practically shouted at her. 
 
 She seemed taken aback, but collected herself, `` Err... and who might you be?'' 
 
 Oh my god, this could n't be happening. `` I'm her son goddamit, here is my ID!'' I practically threw my driver's license at her. `` My mother is dying right now, and I want to see her. Tell. Me. The. Room.'' 
 
 `` Y-yes sir,'' she stammered. I would have felt bad under normal circumstances but I had no room for other emotions right now. I sprinted to the elevators, the room was on the eight floor. I skidded to a halt as I reached them, but the display showed they were on floor 10 and 11. 
 
 Knowing my luck they would come down a half hour later, so I dashed to the stairs nearby. I skipped two steps at a time until I reached seventh floor where I promptly tripped and fell, and heard a *crunch* as I fell face first on the ground. 
 
 The pain from my nose was intense and I blinked out tears from my eyes, but I had to keep going. The universe would not keep me from this. My mother, who was the only constant in my life, the only one who put up with me, talked to me, cared for me. I would see her dammit. 
 
 Ignoring the pain I ran up the last flight of stairs, and rounded the room. A nurse was just coming out with a notepad. 
 
 Oh god, no. 
 
 `` Is... is she?'' Was all I managed to ask the nurse. 
 
 She shook her head solemnly, `` a matter of minutes now, really.'' 
 
 Hope flared through my heart, and I pushed past the nurse, who gave a quick yelp but did nothing else. 
 
 She was on the bed. 
 
 She was covered in a white sheet, and her face was wrinkled, her hair was disheveled, but her eyes met mine as I walked in, her sparkling blue eyes, the same as mine, locked into mine. She tried to say something, but could n't. 
 
 I moved next to her and held her hand, never taking my eyes off her. 
 
 She died a few seconds later, never saying anything, but gripping my hand tightly. 
 
 The memory of her eyes and that grip would have to be enough. 
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