i see the tombstone with your name on it from a distance away. the tulips in my hand giving off a strong scent.
as i place the flowers down next to old withered flowers, the red string appears again on my pinkie hanging with it's end cut off.
" hi ", i sit down on a tree stump not so far away from the grave. " i've finally found you, after years of searching but i guess it's too late. it killed you. "
" i wish it killed me instead. why does one even need to die ? just because we haven't found them by the time we're 25 one of us dies ? this is unfair. then what about the one who lives, we live with the guilt of killing our soulmates. then why do soulmates exist if they're going to be taken away. " tears were blinding my eyes now.
i had looked so long for my soulmate and i was glad every time the red string appeared. it meant that i was close until i came to their house and the string suddenly didn't have an end. that's when i knew i lost the chance.
" because others come to make the string whole again ". i heard a voice behind me. i looked up to see the string on my finger connected to the stranger. a stranger. or should i call them my soulmate ?
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Random꒰ 📑 ꒱ ·˚ ༘ i was in love with the person, i made with my potion.
