139 feet.

I was so close. The magical ink on my hand told me where to go. I kept walking. Maybe he was looking for me too? My heart beating faster. I kept my eyes on the changing numbers on my hand.

55 feet

54 feet

53 feet

52 feet

I started running. Keeping my eyes on the blur of numbers. I was incredibly close. Compared to last week. When my wrist read, “9,349,035, feet” All my friends had there soulmates so close to them. The furthest besides mine was my friend Carly’s “937,489 feet”

My wrist showed ten feet.

9 feet

8 feet

7 feet

6 feet

5 feet

4 feet

3 feet

2 feet

1 foot

I stopped. Looked around. I was in a graveyard? I looked on my wrist again.

“-1294 years”

I looked at the closest grave.

“John Everteen

2022-2044”

That was so long ago. He died at 22. Two years older than me.