And six seconds (слэш)

The memory had dissolved like grew smoke, carring away Tom Riddle’s dark eyes and the little peak of skin both Dumbledore and Harry had been able to see before the boy had hid his hands behind his back. The unforgiving, black ink had winked at Harry from the inside of Tom´s wrists.
Tom Riddle did have numbers on him.
And they kept filling Harry’s thoughts at the oddest times.
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Or the `everyone has a clock on their skin counting down to the day the will meet their soulmate AU´no one asked for but I wrote anyway