Bound to you

12: Soulmates

" when i look at you i see myself. and i hate what i see "

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| Notes |

TW: scenes including blood and mentioning suicide. THEY WILL NOT BE MARKED because they are being referred to the whole chapter and because it is essential to the story like any other chapter, DO NOT SKIP IT.

a summary will be written in the notes at the end, so check that out if any of the subjects above trigger you.

REGARDING THE SONG: a part of the book will mention it so feel free to play it throughout the whole chapter. its one of my fav songs, and if you love it then im literally in love w u:)

| Sofia Conti |

My breath quickens and I can feel the muscle on my arm push beyond it's limit as I lunge at the dummy, slicing it in half. It hurts to breathe, my vision became fuzzy and I can't feel my limbs, yet I proceed.

"Impressive," a deep voice speaks from behind me, and I hurl around only to be met with Lorenzo.

"Could you do better?" I smirk, handing him a dagger, and this time not made out of wood.

I grabbed my knives and spun them between my fingers as he circled me, then lunged at me. I twisted my body away from his and jumped back. He was quick to follow, slamming his dagger against my blades, twisting his arms, making his hit much more powerful.

Then, as he aimed once again, I saw a quick opening and shoved the tilt of my blade into his ribs, making him groan. His steps did not falter as he hooked his knee around my thigh, his hips pushing mine away, damaging my balance. I curse under my breath and twist my shoulders away from him, avoiding a blow that would have connected with my collarbones.

The tilt of his dagger hits my thigh, and he is quick to change the position and flip it to the blade, scratching my waist. I hiss and hook my leg around his ankle, slamming my elbow in his stomach. His balance fails and he falls to the floor as I straddle him, pointing the blade above his heart.

We breathe heavily, and slowly his hands rest on my legs as I look down at him. Sweat pools around his face, and his chest heaves in sync with mine as we examine each other. His brown eyes are lighted with ecstasy and warmth. His pupils dilate and I find myself almost enjoying watching how they enlarge and shrink beneath my gaze.

"You did well," I mutter, leading the blade down his chest till it reaches his stomach, where I take it away and stash it back into it's hostler.

"I'm surprised you train yourself so well," he mumbles, brushing his thumb down my leg.

"How could one be completely defenceless? I had to," I whisper, standing up, away from him. Memories tug at me, and I find myself breathing heavily as they linger, plaguing my brain. Their faces and voices are still unforgotten after 5 years.

He watches me as I wipe my face with a towel and hand it over to him, a smirk playing my lips. I put my weapons away and hostlers, and by the time I come back Lorenzo is still there, waiting for me.

"What do you need?" I finally ask, sitting on the bench near by, a med kit in my hands.

"I need a lot of things," he grumbles taking it away from me as he takes a seat next to me, setting my leg on his lap.

"What things?" I ask as he gets out a knife and runs it over the fabric, piercing it open. He grabs the bottle used for cleaning wounds and I hiss as he pours it over my skin. In response, he winches, and I look at the wound.

It was not a scratch. The skin was split open, the bone merely visible underneath the flesh. I wince and lay on my back as he cleans up the blood and grabs a needle and a string.