Soulmarks mean you're destined to be with someone whether you want to be with them or not. In fact, refusing a bond is medically inadvisable and downright dangerous.
Not that that stops one girl's fear of being the soulmate of someone she never expe...
Chapter two, it's heating up. Some of chapter three is already written, and that's when things start... ahem. Escalating, if ya get me.
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I feel you crawling out my veins, leaving the walls inside with flames, burning the emptiness I've saved until only you remain. But then my lungs collapsed and you pulled me out. Forever I have changed.- Cartel, Only You
As per usual with celebrities, the internet as a whole had mixed feelings about Timothée showing up to the Venice Film Festival a few weeks ago with what is unmistakably a soulmark. Since then, however, it has become increasingly clear that he is suffering from soulmate withdrawal.
I was lucky enough to get an interview with him.
With a great deal of hesitance, Lea's finger hovered over the play button of the video in the article. There was his face, right there on her phone screen. While he was still alarmingly beautiful, he certainly didn't look well. He looked like he hadn't slept in years.
Not that she looked any better.
Biting her lower lip nervously, she finally pressed the play button.
"Hey, Timothée," the interviewer greeted, "I won't ask how you are— I think that's pretty clear."
Timothée cracked a small smile and returned the greeting.
"Shall we get right down to it, then?" the interviewer asked.
"Sure."
"So you found your soulmate!" The interviewer looked somewhat torn between the instinct to congratulate him and the instinct to apologize.
"I did," Timothée confirmed.
"May I see the mark?"
He nodded, showing her his wrist. The camera zoomed in to focus on what was a mirror image of the mark on Lea's skin.
"That's certainly interesting," the interviewer said, "what do you think it means?"
Timothée smiled slightly, almost sadly. "Hard to say without talking to her."
"So you haven't talked to her since, then? Is there anything you'd like to share about her?"
Shrugging one slender shoulder, Timothée said, "I'm not going to say too much because I don't want to put her on blast, but truthfully, I'm just trying to find her again."
The interviewer raised her eyebrows. "Find her again? What do you mean?"
"As soon as she saw them —our marks, I mean—, she ran."
The interviewer's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. "She ran? Seriously?"
Timothée nodded.
"I knew you weren't— well, y'know, but for her to actually run, I can't say I'm not surprised." After a moment, the interviewer added, "do you think she might have moipaphobia or something?"
