In this world soulmates are definite. Love is confined and routine; never messy and always exact. For as long as human beings have existed in this world, each person born had a soulmate. Soulmates were determined by the shape of one's heart, and each heart only had one other heart that matched it. Love was a two person puzzle and their hearts were the only two pieces.
Most people cannot distinguish these heart shapes. Only the few, gifted with two recessive x-linked genes, could understand and interpret the biological shape of one's heart. Due to its genetic nature, women were the only ones with this ability. The gene caused a mutation in the pupil, which turns the iris a vibrant shade of violet. I was born with these eyes, and thus the ability to see soulmates. I, and those like me, were called seers.
No one ever doubted the soulmate system, because it never failed-- at least not on the surface. Some believed in "the curse of the seer." It states that if you can recognize love, then love has difficulty recognizing you. Seers were often late to love. They found their soulmates much later on in life and spent less time with them. Their relationships were tougher to maintain and they had more difficulty forming bonds. In my case, I was subjected to such difficulties; but I never questioned it. My daughter, on the other hand, did.
Kinsley was born a seer, just as I was. With her, this "curse of the seer" was especially true. My daughter was born with a heart condition, which caused her heart to be misshapen. She could never find love, no matter how much she may want to. Most children with heart conditions died at birth or in early infancy. Doctors and scientist that specializes in heart shape theorized that these children died young not only due to their heart conditions, but due to the lack of love in the world for them. Without the will of their soulmate they felt empty. My daughter, however, never had to question where her love was going to come from; I was always there.
From the beginning Kinsley doubted the soulmate system. She saw love everywhere she went, but she looked at it skeptically. She wondered if love was really as perfect as everyone believed it was. She wondered if soulmates really were so exact. After seeing my relationship with her father, I can understand her feelings.
My story however is not significant. Kinsley's is what matters, and only she herself can tell this story.
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Red Converse, Piano Keys, and Love Stories
RomanceThis is a story I wrote when I was in my first year of college. It's not the best writing and there are most likely some grammar errors, but I thought it might be fun to post anyway. I remember having a good time writing it, and the friends who read...
