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I wrote this in 2016 for our college's publication's contest. I never submitted this. I guess I just wrote this because of the prompt. I immediately thought of this when I read the prompt.
The prompt was: A story in an alternative universe where people age until they are 18, then stop aging until they find their soulmate.
I've been to more places than I can remember, changing cities every few years. I've met many people, more than what you could probably meet in a lifetime. I've watched them grow, I've seen them change, from their youthful appearance to their older looks. I've watched them fall in and out of love, I've seen them find their soulmates.
Every time, in a new place, people have remarked how young I look. At first I told them the truth, but eventually I started saying I just turned 18, and after a few years pack my things and leave, not leaving any trace behind, any lead where I could be. I forgot already how many times I've done this. I've stopped counting the years my looks seem to have frozen in time, because some people tend to look at you in pity when they know how long you've been waiting.
I've been to many place, I've met many people, I've seen many lifetimes, and every time, every place, every people, I haven't stopped hoping that maybe I can finally start counting the years again, I can finally stop lying about my age.
Today, again, I am hoping that maybe this will finally be the day I'll stop being alone.
The prompt was: A story in an alternative universe where people age until they are 18, then stop aging until they find their soulmate.
I've been to more places than I can remember, changing cities every few years. I've met many people, more than what you could probably meet in a lifetime. I've watched them grow, I've seen them change, from their youthful appearance to their older looks. I've watched them fall in and out of love, I've seen them find their soulmates.
Every time, in a new place, people have remarked how young I look. At first I told them the truth, but eventually I started saying I just turned 18, and after a few years pack my things and leave, not leaving any trace behind, any lead where I could be. I forgot already how many times I've done this. I've stopped counting the years my looks seem to have frozen in time, because some people tend to look at you in pity when they know how long you've been waiting.
I've been to many place, I've met many people, I've seen many lifetimes, and every time, every place, every people, I haven't stopped hoping that maybe I can finally start counting the years again, I can finally stop lying about my age.
Today, again, I am hoping that maybe this will finally be the day I'll stop being alone.