The Defiant

Till Death do not We Part

Sparrow

I lay on Josiah's chest and stared at the wall. 

My face felt gross from the amount I cried, and I had gotten snot all over my boyfriend's shirt. 

After Josiah had raged out of the room and made a  few holes in the wall, he came back and collapsed at my feet into a dismal pile. 

Eventually, we ended up like this; a dismal pile. Together. 

One of my worst fears had come true— one of my...

What should I call them?

Boyfriends seemed too shallow...

We could read each other's minds for god's sake! We could feel what the others felt. We matched each other so well, it was like our souls were perfectly fit for the others. 

They were my soulmates. 

And one of them was gone. 

A knock sounded on the door. Neither Josiah nor I answered. 

"Go away," I wanted to say. 

But I couldn't work up the motivation to even speak. 

The door clicked open, and I closed my eyes as someone walked in. 

"What the hell happened to you two?" asked a cold voice— Estel. 

Why was she here? To use her mind control to make us get up and go to California? She barely talked to us outside of business matters, so that's what it had to be...

"Go away," Josiah said hoarsely. 

"Hmph. And I thought I was supposed to be bossy. I'm just here to give you the plane tickets and ask why there are holes in the wall outside your room. But seriously- what's wrong? we need to leave in a few hours, and you look like you can barely get up."

What's wrong?

What. Is. Wrong. 

Everything. Everything was wrong. Except for the fact Josiah was underneath me. 

I was supposed to have them all here with me. They were supposed to all be alive. There shouldn't be a war that we are in the middle of. We shouldn't have to be on call to save the next victim of a man so horrible I want to rip him to shreds. We shouldn't have been bombed. We shouldn't have lost family members in the said bomb. My dads shouldn't be dead. My sister shouldn't be dead. Roan shouldn't have been Raped. He shouldn't have had such a shit father. Josiah should have had to watch, tied to a chair, as some hobo man beat Roan. Atlas shouldn't have to keep in contact with his dead sister because she was killed by the same man who hurt Roan. None of my soulmates should have ever had to suffer like I know they did! And Levi sure as hell shouldn't be... shouldn't be...

Dead. 

 A feeling so intense rose in my chest, and I curled my hands into fists. 

I wanted to hit something so bad. 

"Shit," Josiah cursed as I jumped off him and ran for the bathroom. 

I wanted this to be over!

I pushed Estel out of the way and ran straight for the mirror. 

I wanted my other halves here!

I saw my reflection, and my furry and sorrow grew tenfold. 

"Sparrow, hold on!" Josiah said. 

But I was already swinging. 

The glass shattered as my fist connected with it. 

"I want him back," I grieved hysterically as the fragments fell to the ground.