brb gonna have to take a seat bc this book is on 1K reads???
'what r u tryna do induce cardiac arrest' - mm7, speed dating
OK SO I know by the title, you're like 'another damn soulmate au god no' and I completely understand. Please hear me out, though.
Also, remember that time I explained that if there's only one name in the title then it's because the other person will be revealed later on? Me neither, but I'm saying it now. Enjoy.
KD.
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It was a nightmare waking up the morning after, but we all did it anyway. After all, 17 years is a long time to wait for just two letters.
I remember on Nick's special day, he set his alarm five hours early just to find out as soon as possible. Personally, I wouldn't have even bothered waking up if it weren't for Vik, who threatened to search my body himself while I was still asleep. Neither of us had said it out loud, but we were both scared shitless.
What if I woke up the next day, and there weren't the initials VB printed somewhere on my body, but some meaningless letters instead? In our three years together, I imagined that nothing would ever come between us, not even this inexplicable idea of having a 'soulmate'.
I knew that to Vik, on the other hand, it meant everything. In his eyes, if his parents hadn't been one of those odd couples that stayed together despite being meant for other people, they wouldn't have ended up filing for divorce ten years later.
Although I hated the thought for even worming its way into my head, I couldn't help but wonder how he would react if we ended up in that situation. Perhaps this was the reason my parents didn't like me dating in the first place. Did they know it would come down to this?
I woke up on the couch.
It was still dark, but even though I couldn't see Vik's silhouette very well, I certainly felt him. He was leaning over my face, his lips attached to mine. I shut my eyes again; he'd probably stop if he knew I was awake.
He pulled away suddenly, and I whined at the loss of contact. I reached my hands out to pull him closer but was met with thin air.
"Vik?" I whispered, sitting up. He wasn't there.
Was I dreaming? Or had I fallen asleep, pretending to be asleep? He wasn't lying beside me like we were the night before. A cold breeze reached my chest, and I looked down. My top buttons were undone.
I saw the letters that rested on my collarbone, more like a bruise than a tattoo, and almost choked.
JB.
As much as I wished that I just wasn't seeing clearly, or whatever supernatural force had made those letters appear just had bad handwriting, I knew it had been too much to wish for.
All our lives, we were taught that soulmates were the ultimate blessing from whatever god was out there, but to me, it felt like a curse.
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It had been a while since I last saw Vik.
I thought I'd be moping around for way longer than I did, but I surprised myself, for better or for worse. Perhaps it was because we were never soulmates to begin with, which meant that Vik had right all along; soulmates were a big deal.
Plus, I may or may not have stumbled upon some self-explanatory Facebook posts not long after his 17th (which I was not invited to). He'd found his soulmate, a nice looking girl that I'm pretty sure we went to high school with. Not that I was overly bothered with all that because I had more pressing issues to deal with.
