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Some days I just want to walk into a crowd and disappear. I look at the mass of people in front of me and shuffle forward with them, on with my life. Their lives are normal, mine is not. And for that reason, I want to disappear. I want to leave, to stop living on borrowed time. Borrowed time will only get me so far. It will also limit me, box me in, and there is nothing I can do. I walk on and glance at the watch around my wrist, ticking away. It is a beautiful watch, with onyx digits on a white gold face, both entombed in Swarovski crystal.

Everyone has a watch like this, whether they know it or not. It is their death clock, ticking down the time till doom. I study the time once more: three minutes, ten seconds. I get to the corner and turn on my heel toward the crosswalk. Two minutes, forty seconds. I begin to cross, cautious of traffic. Two minutes. My pace is slow, unhurried, as I reach the other side of the street. I turn again, and begin to walk down the street. One minute, thirty seconds. My feet touch asphalt, and I realize I've walked into the street.

One minute, on the dot. A car comes zooming down the street, going sixty. I realize it is going to hit me, but do not make any attempt to move. My time has come. Still moving down the street, the car smashes head on into me.

I smile as the clock hits zero.

Description
Some days I just want to walk into a crowd and disappear. I look at the mass of people in front of me and shuffle forward with them, on with my life. Their lives are normal, mine is not. And for that reason, I want to disappear. I want to leave, to stop living on borrowed time. Borrowed time will only get me so far. It will also limit me, box me in, and there is nothing I can do. I walk on and glance at the watch around my wrist, ticking away. It is a beautiful watch, with onyx digits on a white gold face, both entombed in Swarovski crystal.

Everyone has a watch like this, whether they know it or not. It is their death clock, ticking down the time till doom. I study the time once more: three minutes, ten seconds. I get to the corner and turn on my heel toward the crosswalk. Two minutes, forty seconds. I begin to cross, cautious of traffic. Two minutes. My pace is slow, unhurried, as I reach the other side of the street. I turn again, and begin to walk down the street. One minute, thirty seconds. My feet touch asphalt, and I realize I've walked into the street.

One minute, on the dot. A car comes zooming down the street, going sixty. I realize it is going to hit me, but do not make any attempt to move. My time has come. Still moving down the street, the car smashes head on into me.

I smile as the clock hits zero.