E M P T Y - A Sanders Sides Story

S O U L M A T E S

If at any point in this story you start to feel triggered or overwhelmed, please stop reading.  Don't force yourself to continue - be kind to yourself <3

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Point of View: Roman, First Person
Timeline: Present Day

I winced as I gently got to my feet, leaving from my place next to Virgil on the couch. Virgil didn't seem to notice anything, though he did frown in his sleep. But I blame that more on the nightmares he's been having lately than anything to do with me.

After taking a quick glance behind me to make sure that Virgil didn't wake up, I walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

At the sound of the lock clicking, I sighed, bracing my arms against the sink.

I was both mentally and emotionally...
exhausted. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream. But I had to pull myself together. Keep my emotions to the side for now, be there for my friends, my family...

I couldn't help glancing down at my wrist, taking comfort in the name tattooed there. My soulmate.

It was such an interesting concept. The name of your soulmate on your wrist. How beautiful, having the name of the person you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with tattooed on your body in swirling black ink.

But soulmate tattoos aren't a perfect science, all sorts of things can go wrong.

Like what happened to Logan.

Not having your soulmate's name on your wrist is almost always bad news. Almost nothing good ever comes of it. And in Logan's case, it made him end up losing the love of his life. And therefore deciding to take his own.

All because he didn't have a silly, little tattoo.

I sighed again, glancing down at my left wrist and taking comfort in it. I gently traced the tattooed name of my soulmate with my finger, smiling.

Virgil Sanders

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