A Hard Heart To Win
Tony stares down at his wrist. Ten minutes, thirty-two seconds.
It’s… nerve-wracking. His soulmate is so close, yet so far away. As a child, he would wonder what they’d be like, tall or short, male, or female, soft-spoken or loud and carrying.
Father-Howard, always told Tony to stop his daydreaming, to focus. No one would want an idiot as a soulmate, no one would want a kid with his head in the clouds that can’t even make simple designs better, much less talk about stupid ideas that won’t work.