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In the world, an uncanny occurrence existed for 3% of the population. They were cursed with the rule of "soulmates." They were born with the initials of their other half stamped on their left ankle and were bound to share their lives with...
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Dove's POV
As I watched their figure fade from view, I couldn't deny the truth: Vinter and Nina truly did look like a power couple. I chuckled to myself as the realization dawned upon me; people misunderstanding me was by no means a new phenomenon. In fact, I fully expected him to misunderstand me as well. Such was the nature of my life so far; I would be surprised if someone finally managed to see beyond my facade.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, a brief memory flashing through my mind.
~Flashback~
As I splashed water on my face, humming a random tune, I couldn't help but reflect on the constant bullying I faced at school. The students and even some of the teachers frequently mocked and taunted me, and the occasional breaks I took only provided temporary relief.
I looked up and saw the reflection of the person I detested the most. "Oi! Freak," a voice behind me taunted, and I felt her grasp on my arm, tight.
"She-devil," I muttered under my breath; I didn't wish to waste energy engaging with her. I tried to walk away, but she held onto my arm, refusing to let go.
"We need to talk," Nina insisted. I sighed in frustration. "Let go of my arm, lady," I snapped. "I don't need whatever you have to say."
"Stay away from Jace," she threatened. I rolled my eyes. "Like I'd ever be interested in him," I scoffed.
"I'm already loyal to a soulmate," I responded firmly. Finally, I broke free from her unrelenting grip, and I had the pleasure of seeing her expression darken with shock.
Nina made one last desperate attempt to stop me by grabbing my ankle, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground, wincing in pain. "What in the world is wrong with you?" I groaned, rubbing my sore ankle.
She was undeterred by my pain, bending down to inspect my injured ankle with an almost sadistic glint in her eyes. "I will keep the initials V.H. in mind," she said, her tone chilling.
"Stay the hell away from me," I spat, pushing myself away and getting back on my feet. I was done with this conversation.
"I will destroy everything you hold dear, Stanley," she threatened with a dark voice. As I turned to face her, I was shocked to see her gripping a sharp pocket knife close to her wrist, her eyes filled with a crazed glint. Before I could intervene, she slashed her wrist, and a terrifying amount of blood came spilling out. It made me feel sick to my stomach.
"What the hell were you thinking!?" I cried in horror, "Why did you do this to yourself?"
But her smirk stayed plastered on her face as she burst out the door, running for help. "What did I ever do to you?" she sobbed, "Why would you make me suffer like this?"
