Destined

Prolouge

Soulmate - noun
noun: soulmate
person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

Soulmates are supposed to be your absolute best friend. They are supposed to be there and have your back no matter what. They are suppose to hold you above anyone and anything else. You are supposed to be their one and only perfect love. Or so, according to Google, and just about every cringey teenage love story out there.

So how was it, that I ended up at the other end of a gun. Staring not at the barrel or how it was aimed at my chest, but the familiar ice cold blue eyes behind it. How the way they were narrowed, as if they were angry at me. But I knew better. I knew him better. He wasn't angry at me, but more at himself. His dark hair had gotten too shaggy over the years. Funny, he always looked better with longer hair. He never believed me though. His lips were turned downwards into a frown. He looked sad. He looked lonely. He always had this look on his face when he killed me. I never really understood how he could look so sad and yet always pull the trigger. Apart of me couldn't understand why I let him every time.

But then again I do. Love is blind. Love is acceptance, even if that meant accepting your own death.

My lips turned up involuntarily into a sad smile. Oddly enough the tears wouldn't come. I knew I would come back. This wouldn't be the end. He knew that too. After all he's killed me more times than I can count.

"Do it Aiden." The words left my lips, urging him on. This is what he wanted. Wasn't it? I couldn't go on with my life staying away from him. Especially when I had already found him. It was like missing a piece of yourself. A piece I needed to feel whole. Killing me was the only way he could get what he wanted.

His face went stony as he stared down at me. This also wasn't the first time I've told him to kill me. At some point I start to remember every time he's done it. Sometimes it's not till the last moment. Sometimes it's the first time I glance at him. But it doesn't matter when I remember, because it always happens eventually. "I'm sorry." And with those two small words his pale hand pulled on the gun's trigger.

My world exploded with sound and pain. I could feel my body falling down to the ground but the rest of everything else had been coated with a dangerous numb. My weak heart's beating rammed against my chest as it slowly filled with the liquid that once kept me alive. His face was turned away like he couldn't watch the pain he was inflicting on me. Like he really did care.

Of course he cared. He was my soulmate after all.

I guess the sounds of me choking on my own blood was too much. So he turned around and aimed the gun at my head. The last thing I saw before he pulled the trigger was his beautiful face. I could have sworn he was crying.

I guess life isn't like any romance novel I've read. Sometimes not every love is worth dying for. But he is.