#experimentofweaponx

"Really, Logan? That's well...okay, go pack."

Angel never really knew how she felt about the whole soul mate system in its entirety. Romanticized, this soul mate thing was like finding your other half, but with that came love and to her, love was about trust. How do you trust someone you’ve never met? It was like expecting you to just put all of your faith in a system you didn’t even make. She was a woman of faith, but only to a certain extent, trying to understand what this was all going to mean when the time came.At one point she’d calculated when her own bracelet would run out to the second and the closer it got, the more jittery she got about it. In order to try and take her mind off of it, she went to take some whiskey shots while practicing pool angles, and thought about it. Honestly, part of her thought it was kind of romantic, but the part that didn’t want to be forced was winning over as one shot became four and she realized that the timer was going to expire and she didn’t want it to be here.In her hustle to put the balls away though and clean up after herself enough that no one else had to after her, she was running out of time and suddenly she wasn’t sure of a thing. Did she want this? Did she even care? Her heart was racing so fast that she started to feel like the walls were caving in and she turned suddenly to beeline for the door, running right into a man, knocking his drink out of his hand and quickly screwing her eyes shut as she apologized profusely, red tinting her cheeks. Oh God, it was happening: 00:00:00. What if she just didn’t look and went the other direction?But her curiosity won out in the end…and she opened up her eyes to get a really good look at the man in front of her. “Hi…”