Sincerely- A Quackity X Reader

Chapter 25: "Like I said, it's just some type of feeling."

Y/n POV 1st person:

I froze, a little taken aback by his abrupt question. Did I believe in soulmates?

I found that I had surprisingly a lot more to add on that than I thought. But to start, I just answered with a simple, "Yeah. Yeah I do actually."

Matt glanced at me with a blank stare as if acknowledging but silently asking me to go on. So I did.

"There's this old Greek myth you know. It's that once upon a time, there were these dual creatures that roamed the Earth. They were dual since they had two sides, one man, one woman but for the sake of inclusivity, let's just say there were two sides, a person on each. The gods recognized that these creatures were extremely powerful and they deemed them threats. To solve this issue, they split these creatures into two. And to this day, people throughout their life search for their missing counterpart as to try to compensate for their past form of being one.

I'm not saying I believe this myth, because it's obviously not true, but I really really enjoy the concept and I think that applies here. I believe that everyone has a significant other, whether it's romantically, platonically, or a relationship with siblings and family. There is that one person that completes another; they belong. My soul mate could be Lili, my soul mate could be you Matt, my soul mate could be Alex, hell, I might not have met my soulmate yet, but I have a feeling that when you DO meet your soulmate, you'll know. It's... an instant connection to them if you will."

"How do you know If I haven't already met my soulmate Y/n?" he asked, his eyes still glazed over.

"Like I said, it's just some type of feeling. I don't ever recall feeling it myself, but maybe it's when you look at someone and just think 'I want to spend the rest of my days with them' and with no hesitation whatsoever." I answered to the best of my ability.

"But what about other partners and all? There's so many happily married people who have dated other people in the past. How do they know that the person they used to date wasn't who they were going to marry?" Matt asked, and I had to admit, it was a very good question, and one that I had to ponder about.

"I know it's weird hearing one partner theories from someone with divorced parents, but I stand true to my word. It's that feeling. Maybe you felt a crush toward a person at first, but as you progressed throughout that relationship, you realized you don't need them and they aren't someone you would do anything for. Same thing is applicable with friendships. I believe my mom will find someone who makes her feel ten times better than my father ever did. Let it be another man, a woman, or maybe even a dog! That old woman with the cat down the street doesn't have a husband, she only has that fat tabby, but everytime I see her, she looks the happiest anyone's ever been. Life's a journey to find them. You'll find other people on the way, but I guess you could say you'll know when your other is, and in search for another word, endgame. Your soulmate is a being you know will always be there for you and make you feel complete. But a soulmate is also someone who will keep you HUMAN as well. A soulmate does not make you perfect, both of you guys will argue at times, both of you will get into skirmishes, but at the end of it all, you'll still be happy you're with them. A soulmate may not make you perfect, but your view of your soulmate is quite possibly the closest you'll ever get to being in the presence of perfection.

I believe that people who end up alone, waste their opportunity to find someone to be connected to because they're too busy thinking about themselves. And not single per se, but just... alone." I sighed as I finished my answer, surprised I wasn't out of breath. I sneaked a glance at the boy next to me, pondering his reaction, but his eyes were rooted to the sky.

The cocky, funny boy of a shell on him disappeared for a moment there as he asked, "What If I end up alone Y/n?"

My heart broke hearing him say that and I scooted over until our shoulders were touching. I grabbed his hand for the second time that day and whispered to him, "You'll find your soulmate Matthew Spore, I guarantee it."

He laughed softly, "I wish I had your confidence Y/n, and a strong belief in something like that. I asked you because I was curious, but you've convinced me that soulmates are real. I WOULD ask in depth about how soulmates are after life, but I think that's a whole other topic altogether."

I laughed along with him and silently nodded in agreement, my mind fried from the amount of information I had just dumped on him and myself. The more I caused myself to think about the feeling one got when meeting their soulmate, the more I felt as if I had experienced it before. But I couldn't pinpoint when I had and it scratched at the back of my brain.

Suddenly, Matt sat up, taking away the warmth I had pressed up against him and taking my thought process along with it. Having been deprived of the laying down state I was in, I sat up to face the ginger boy and I noticed an expression on his face that I hadn't seen before.

He took a deep breath before taking my other hand in his other empty one. My intuition told me what was going to happen but I didn't pull away. I stayed there for some bizarre reason.

"Look, this talk we had right now, really... well... it enlightened me, you could say. And I want to thank you for giving me such nice words of encouragement and confidence that... Well. It brought me to do something I didn't think I would ever have done." His expression was still nameless, unidentifiable, but I still knew exactly what it was.

"Y/n..." his voice dropped to a whisper but it was still so painfully loud, his soothing somewhat deep voice ringing through my ears. His face was closer and mine inched closer too, us both painfully aware of what was going to happen. I couldn't bring myself to pull away and I didnt know why.

Maybe it's because I didn't want to.

So I let it happen.

Our lips collided for what I'm sure was a second but for me felt like an hour. It felt... nice, it felt wonderful, just us two in the snow, his thin but gorgeous lips perfectly on mine. I didn't pull away, I kissed back. It felt so cliche, so promising, that I didn't want to let go.

But we both did at that moment, our hands still connected in each other's laps. And he was smiling so hard that I couldn't help but smile in return, our faces I'm sure were equally as flushed, despite the cold around us.

The scene felt perfect.

But the feeling inside of me wasn't.