Bab 1: 1. Our World.
~~~~Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.~~~~
LUCYS POV.
After a long, tiring night of practice for my next solo performance, I glanced at my left wrist.
21days 12hours 47minutes 8seconds
Well, 21 more days and I may see my soulmate.
I had a soulmate before but she died just as we were about to meet. I don't even know how she looks.
My mother says when we lose a soulmate to death the universe gives us another soulmate who've lost theirs.
I find that morbid.
How're we supposed to love another by forgetting about our first love. Aren't soulmates supposed to be our "one and only", if so how can the universe take them away and give us another so casually. If true soulmates are taken away, were they not our true soulmate? I always have these weird questions that no one has answers too. Well, no one entertains my question either.
Anyways, enough with my depressed self.
Let me introduce myself.
I'm Lucy Heaven, I'm 18. I was born in South Korea but now live in New York.
The world that I live in is a world full of people who belong to someone, their true soulmate. We have 2 watch dials on our wrists that show us time and it's not the time of the day. The time dial on our right is of when our life is gonna end and on the left when we're gonna see our soulmate. Our soulmates death time and ours is the same, it's supposed to be that way so we can live a happy complete life with each other. After we meet our soulmate, the time which showed when we're gonna meet them changes to their time of death. In case of emergencies.
I keep getting these marks all around my body frequently and it's just my soulmate messing around, it's pretty annoying cause my friends keep making fun of it and say that he or she is "rough", if you know what I mean. I got a new mark on my arm today, it didn't hurt as much so I know my soulmate is okay.
You see, us soulmates are connected to each other in every way you can possibly imagine.
I'm not very excited to meet my soulmate. I like being alone, have gotten used to it. After losing jess, I've given up on the the whole idea of "love" so now I don't really care anymore.
LUCAS' POV.
I hurt my arm while working on my new piece of art. Don't ask how. I'm clumsy like that. I hope my soulmate is not in pain though. I try to be careful for my soulmate but I can't help it. My soulmate isn't clumsy like me and I assume so because I never get any marks on my body unknowingly.
In our world, there is no such thing as sexuality/racism, this is because our soulmate could be anyone. We have no choice. Some people do choose their own soulmate, but it never lasts. I have a strong feeling that my soulmate is a girl, I get so cause we always have a hint about everything related to our soulmate.
I had soulmate before, but she passed away in an accident just as we were about to see each other. In that accident another girl died too. I hope their soulmate is okay. I certainly am not. When my first soulmate died, my left time dial stopped and turned grey, but after a few minutes it turned green again and counted down to when I would see my "new" soulmate. Was the girl before not my true soulmate? Is this one the true soulmate? I wish someone answered my questions. I have never met anyone who has similar questions as I. My mom calls my questions annoying, so I've learnt to not bother her with them.
Anyways, I'm Lucas Hell. I'm 19. I was born in New York, but my parents shifted to South Korea a few months ago, I feel pretty good about it as it would help me move on from Laura, my first soulmate. As soon as Laura died, the watch went crazy and said
0days 0hours 0minutes 10seconds.
Perhaps my new soulmate lost hers right there with mine and possibly brushed paths that ungrateful moment.
I'm about to go back to New York for a couple months for my art exhibition. My mother is pretty happy about that as she says this will make me get out of the house, but I'm not as I don't like New York anymore. The only thing I'm happy about is the weather, it gets pretty chilly here in Seoul.
Even though I can pack my own bag, my mother insists on doing it. I let her as it makes her feel secure and happy.
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