A Galaxy of Stars

A soulmate just for him

Ray couldn’t sleep that night. And it bothered him. Sure, he had nights where he just couldn’t fall asleep. But that wasn’t often. Usually, there wasn’t even a reason why he couldn’t fall asleep and Ray was fine with that. It made it easier for him to forget about it and just read until he fell asleep.

This time was different. He couldn’t stop staring at the galaxy on his wrist. The artist in question had designed it so perfectly; the exact curves of the planet, the exact depth of vast blackness (or in this case purpleness), the bright contrast with the stars, the swirls of the wisps of the galaxy as a whole. All of it was captured perfectly, in miniature form on his wrist. That was impressive. Ray knew nothing about art when it wasn’t in the form of a narrative and even he could tell that whoever drew this galaxy had some serious talent.

Laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, Ray’s mind wandered. Was this really a sign that he had a soulmate? He’d read about them but never considered that he might have one. The soulmate trope was common in most romance novels and Ray was a sucker for a good romance novel. Not that he would ever admit that. But he found the stories, when they were done right, to be endearing. The way the author would create two characters and make them destined to meet and fall in love was such a traditional concept but the way it was done had changed over time. To Ray, the old soulmate trope was the easiest one to adapt. But it was also the most beautiful trope. The notion that love is designed by the stars and that people will always have one person in the world who will love them was something Ray found comforting.

Ray chuckled. He had often dreamed of getting to live the life of someone from one of his many books but he had never quite believed he would ever get the chance to do it. Except, he was truly living that life right now.

An idea sprung up in his mind. He’d been suffering from writer’s block for the past few months and it had been hell. Either he’d have a brilliant idea and not be able to write it, or he would have the urge to write but have no words ready to start. But now? He had the perfect story. A soulmate au, where whatever ink is on your skin, appears on your soulmate in the exact same place. His soul ached with the need to at least plan the story and his fingers tingled with the urge to note down the idea before he forgot it. Smiling to himself, he grabbed a pen off of his bedside table and wrote the words ‘soulmate au’ on his hand, just underneath the reminder to do his literature homework.

Sighing lightly, Ray climbed back into his bed. He’d have to plan the story out tomorrow. His mind kept drifting back to the galaxy. It made him smile to know that he actually had a soulmate. There was someone out there who loved him and would love him. And that made him happier than he cared to admit.

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