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“Your loop will begin in 60 seconds. Good luck.”
Shit. Phil’s heart started beating even faster and his mind started racing. Was this the right decision? What if he didn’t even HAVE a soulmate? Would he just be stuck in the loop forever?
Phil took a deep breath and prepared himself. There must be someone out there, he could feel it, and it killed him to not know who they are.
“Ten seconds remaining. Nine. Eight. Seven.”
The countdown was booming, but his thoughts still drowned it out. Even if he wanted to change his mind he couldn’t. But Phil knew deep down that there was someone out there he needed to meet.
“Three. Two. One. Beginning loop sequence.”
Phil found himself in his bed. He felt like he had just woken up from a long nap. Was this really a time loop? He pulled himself out from under the covers and felt the palm of his hand get weirdly warm. He looked down, and saw a red spot pulsing where he felt the warmth. He decided that this must be something to do with the loop, it looked too unnatural to just be a rash or something.
His heart still pounding, Phil sat down at his desk and opened his laptop. Maybe he could scroll through facebook until he found the right person? It was a long shot but Phil didn’t know what else to do, it was too rainy outside to go and wander the streets of Manchester looking at everyone who passed him. How could he know if his partner even lived in the same city? Or even the same country? How did he know they existed at all? Phil stopped typing in his laptop password. There must be someone, he just knew it. He could feel it. He wasn’t going to get anywhere if he kept thinking like that.
He sighed and opened up his browser, it was still open to YouTube from his last ‘Funny Animal Fails’ compilation binge. Phil smiled and went to close the tab, but stopped. One of the recommended videos caught his eye–’Hello Internet’. Uploaded 2 hours ago. He clicked on it and this messy haired emo boy filled his screen.
His hand got warmer and warmer again. He could feel the red spot pulsing against his palm. He looked back to his screen. Daniel Howell. Phil looked again at his palm, and saw that the spot was changing colours–moving between shades of murky reddish-greenish tones. That must mean something–was this it? Was this random internet boy the one he was destined to meet? Phil had to know, his stomach was doing backflips as he clicked through frames of the video. He knew he had to find him.
But how?