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...
'Sometimes we create our own heartbreak through expectations...'
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Sitting on the soft cushion sofa, the words which she heard were supposed to be her end, her breaths were laboured. Everything in her world had shattered, if she could write the pain she was in her ink would run dry with endless words. Her heart was weeping, her soul felt ashamed, she did not want to feel she could still see people who looked like angels sitting in front of her were devils in disguise, her mind wanted to stop her body and wanted to drown in a sea. There was a thunderstorm in her weak fragile body, her skin was getting pierced in the open wind with spear-like rain drops. She would die bleeding, her thoughts questioning her, if she did die would anyone come to cry for her?
The thread tied them to her, it felt like a burden like she was carrying her own self on a lonely path, she thought it would bring the spring to her, it is enticing but cold glaciers waiting to melt and drown. Taking a deep breath, she tries to look at her hands; they felt awfully lonely, her strings held no meaning. Whatever, she learnt in college about soulbonds looked a lie. She steals a glance at them once again, they look haughty and hubristic about themselves, almost proud in trying to kill her.
Namjoon has never seen someone sit in front of him with an expression he couldn't decipher, he couldn't read her, there was a wall blocking her. He has his reasons to say no, he knows she won't understand, a sudden gasp is heard in the room. The dam is about to break, she is going to cry, her hands extend as her fingers are trying to clutch something with a sudden jerk. She lets out a sound similar to sneezing, she looks up with the eyes of emotions and a troubled person. He slides the tissue box, rushing to take out tissues she lets out a series of sneezes. His heart falters a little, he is drawn to her.
Y/N thought getting rejected is enough but sneezing in front of them and more than twice. The temperature isn't good, it gets cold by the night getting up she tries to look around. The house is very different, she was trapped.
'Where is the restroom?' she desperately asks him, her voice isn't normal anymore, it was thick laced with worry, the sky had fallen for her, she felt the need to hide away for sometime away from everyone. Life was testing her and she was sure going to fail her dreams of soulmate were never real.
Namjoon points the direction beside the living room, she strides herself as a confident woman, she couldn't rush after all her life had paused. She needs to calm herself, everything can be possible, reaching and unlocking the door weren't the hardest part. Standing inside and closing the door was hardest she didn't know when she'd break down before she fell apart. Hiding behind the mask of certainty in life, her meaning was lost she found it again now she is not sure anymore. She can no longer fight the urge of telling them to get their shit together. Looking at her once again, her face looked composed however her eyes were red, unshed tears were threatening to fall down. Her nose was damp, sitting on the toilet she contemplates if she wants to go out. She wanted to feel the warmth of life again, the coldness is killing her. She wanted to be cozy in bed, warm and safe, her guards of life weren't helping her, they ran as soon as they rejected her. She felt naked if she looked once more in their eyes she would burst in tears.
