Soulmates a vague word with different meanings for a same person.
Imagine you live in a world, where soulmates are outmost important with which your attached to a thread.
No one is allowed to chase it but you feel it the presence of a dangling red t...
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'You feel like home and everywhere I've never been all at once'
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Hangover's something she dreaded getting up with, her mind had felt that someone had banged her head against the wall for hours before letting her rest as a mere human, She is again sleeping in the guest room of Mia, everything out of place, rushing to get herself the time is 8 am like a civilized human she needed to freshen up, rushing in the bathroom she looked at her reflection, this time her face was puffy and her eyes have puffed to their best extent. She needed to reach the house and change her clothes, the clothes which she wore yesterday now looked shabby on her, she looked bad.
Quickly brushing her teeth and washing her face with water, she rushes out to see her friend sleepy taking out the soaked Pollack fish for the hangover soup Mia had dreaded her life, she had a killer hangover maybe she hated the way she drank, in anger. Both the girls were fire packets, one was a nerd-bitch and another was goofball stuck making fish soup, she quickly started to heat fish, trying to omit the raw smell from the fish, trying to heat it as if she would fall straight into the vessel she was cooking, the only thing she learned from cooking is making a hangover soup. It was great for her getting drunk but hangover was a bitch to handle. Rubbing her face with her hands seemed too much. She looked at her friend who was ready with chopsticks she wanted to curse at her to make them.
Considering her friend Y/N, needed it more who looked like she could slam her head against the table from the pain, Y/N had a low pain tolerance she usually never tired to hurt herself but the pain in her head made it seem if she hit her head on the table maybe it would lessen, maybe she might get knocked out but at least the pain would lessen. Before another thought rushes a bowl of soup is kept in front of her with some Kimchi, releasing a deep sigh Y/N picks up the spoon waiting to dive. Looking up to Mia who dived in straight drinking in the fragrant soup with strong taste making her regain her senses. Y/N added a little more pepper for herself which might make her suffer more but the pain seemed too good.
Drinking up the soup, Y/N rushed to make herself feel presentable, she is a woman of presentations. Since childhood, her mother emphasized on looking good, living good, making first impressions, making people feel awe with her. She was given dance classes, Piano lessons, every moment in her life was planned, something she desperately hated but could never find the willpower to say no. Living a semi-lavish life, it had been drilled into her mind to always look good, maybe a life of façade she wished to not live but the life she lived in her childhood made her feel her. She excelled in playing instruments, singing and dancing something she begged her mom to keep. Her dream of being an artist, something mediocre, something common her mother had refused to accept such common dreams, maybe if she looks back at them she feels questionable? since Mia is the only one who knows her silly dream heart is at ease. Sadness was always there, the darkness with which her mother raised her, the boldness and strictness, she seemed to have it all. She is a bitch when she works, striving for perfection, her goal in life, but this time her life seemed to turn upside down.
