You are born with two different eyes, and when you meet your soul mate, your eyes switch and become one color.
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All of my life I looked around the world for the person that was supposed to be the person I would end up with, my soul mate. Seven billion people in the world yet I could find nobody who matched me. Everybody I met was either happy with their soul mate or didn't strike a cord with me.
I couldn't find anyone who made me feel happy to be myself instead of a made up person I wished I was. Every night when I went to sleep, I thought about that person that was me in my dreams. But lately there was a new person who haunted my dreams.
I spent a few days drawing his face out perfectly including every feature that was a part of his face. So I carried it around with me looking around and asking about him.
One day someone told me he was dead, but I didn't want to believe my soul mate was dead. But I went to the grave anyway. And when I checked my reflection, my eyes became the same color.
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A Short Story Collection #Wattys2018
Short Story***NO LONGER RECEIVING NEW UPDATES; DISCONTINUED*** I'm in a writing class, and we do writing exercises where we write a short story in about fifteen minutes or less. I've decided to put together the short stories I've done on Wattpad. I've also r...
