Closer Than Touch, Separated by Light Years

Anaya: Unique is a scary word

The morning rays pried my sleep-fogged brain from yet another fitful night of visions. I yawned, pouring hot water into my bowl of instant cereal while visions spun through my mind like a Marathon dance party.

Settling at my desk, my laptop roared to life as I typed "telepathic bonds" with jazz hands. What scientific research offered versus wild speculation? Technology lacked psychic skills but remained a useful wingman nonetheless.

Page after page loaded as my fingers danced across the keyboard. Articles outlined theories proposed by scientists through the decades, documented cases of verified psychic phenomenon, and passages from ancient texts describing soul connections beyond understanding.

One article captured my attention, detailing experiments where separated twins seemed to experience each other's emotions across vast distances. Another told of soulmates feeling profound intimacy without meeting, communicating thoughts and feelings telepathically. The notion that such a profound bond could exist between individuals, across all barriers, fascinated me deeply.

Lost in curiosity, I delved further into academics evaluating latent psychic potential within the human brain. Could we truly tap into some collective consciousness and directly share experiences? As intrigued as I was, lectures beckoned too soon.

As the steam curled around me, I pondered what research had uncovered about telepathic bonds between soulmates. Could chatting through the vast cosmos really be possible? I wondered what my mysterious dreamboat looked like as foamy bubbles drifted by.

Rinsing off while visualizing warm blue eyes yes blue and warm like the flame from a gas stove, I wrapped myself in the fluffiest towel ever. Fogged mirror, meet my naturally pretty face - well, once I wiped away condensation anyway!

Back in my room, I shimmied into a  turquoise blazer and white shorts. A few swipes of the aloe lipgloss everyone seemed to be wearing these days finished the cute yet classy look. Pink silk scarf? Too cliche. Instead, I let my shocking baby pink pixie air dry in the breeze, gleaming like a halo in the sunrise.

One last glimpse in the mirror - yup, still a total babe who's gonna ace these lectures and get to the bottom of these interdimensional vibes! Time to wow some souls both seen and unseen. BRB, there's studying to do and minds to blow!

That evening found me in the library once more, exhaustion settling upon weary shoulders. The statics textbook blurred as thoughts wandered, drawn back to haunting visions. My peers noticed my distraction but I brushed off concerns, focusing instead on the hushed conversation capturing my attention from the next table.

"Telepathic bonds" and "soulmates" - keywords leapt from the pages, kindling hope within. Taking a steadying breath, I braced myself as I discreetly peeked at the open tome, gasping as the title revealed everything: "Finding The One: Soulmates Explained."

Walked over, unleashing the charm that I had cultivated over the years. "Hey, interesting book! Mind if I take a peek?" They passed it over, bless. 

Seated at the table, I immersed myself in the chapter, absorbing the enlightening words before me. I discovered that the average chances of meeting one's soulmate were 60% but only 3% of soulmates across the world could develop telepathic abilities. In other words, the book was saying there was a fairly high chance that I was experiencing the beginnings of a telepathic bond unique to soulmates. Suddenly, the fragmented pieces of my reality began to align, and I started to comprehend the hidden messages that had permeated my dreams.

That night, as I lay in bed, the newfound knowledge occupied my thoughts. In the stillness of the darkness, I felt a surge of unfamiliar emotions wash over me - urgency, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. These emotions didn't feel like my own. With a sense of wonder, I realized that the connection between myself and this mysterious entity (whom I sincerely hoped was a super cute guy with a heart-stopping smile) was not one-sided; they, too, could sense my thoughts.

Intrigued and emboldened, I decided to do a little experiment and nurture the bond, reaching out with every fibre of my being. I sent a bold "Halla" through what I believed to be the connection, a strange part of me hoping that this was all a vivid dream. I nearly fell off my bed when a clear voice replied "It was about time"