SOULMATES but they are already perfect without me

Part 20

Lily pov

I have started noticing a girl at my university lately. She always keeps to herself and nobody ever talks to her. She seems sad and her eyes look practically lifeless. She usually wears jeans and oversised hoodies. Now that I think about it, I have never seen her in anything else. And her clothes look worn out. 

She somehow reminds me of myself. Just a bit sadder. A bit more broken and a lot more tired. Like me, but without all the support I had from my loved ones.

She's something one would call a total outcast. I used to be something similar. 

I'm better now. Because I switched the schools and the country, no one knows about my soulmates. I'm not "the lucky girl" anymore. All of my success and hard work isn't being labeled as just luck anymore.

I'm not a social butterfly by all means, I talk to people just enough. I'm considered quiet, but in the normal range. Apparently many people like me, at least thats what Emilia says.

Every day, when we have lunch together at one of the university's cafes some people try to sit with us. Many guys have sat down next to me or Emilia, complimenting our looks. I usually just stare at them until Emilia gets them to leave.

With girls its more difficult. They stick to us like glue, trying to be friends just to get fashion tips to become more popular or to ask for us to do their homework.

But over the time we heve been here most have given up. We stick together when we can. 

Emilia does have many friends though. She likes socialising and hanging out with them during her free time, but she never abandons me. Thats why we're best friends. Once when I got sick and called her to ask her to pick up some medicine for me after school, she dropped everything and basically flew home to me. 

Back to present.

I left the class to go to the bathroom. When I got there I sat on the windowsill, after washing my face. I leaned my head against the window and put my headphones on, staring outside at the sky. I looked at the clouds and saw different shapes in them. As time passed, I saw the coulds starting to form a figure of a young woman. Her dress was flowy and pretty, her waist tiny and snatched, she was tall. I looked at her face and saw what I already knew was going to happen. Cho Young. Of course. But she wasn't happy. She was crying. She looked so broken.

Without noticing it, my own tears started rolling down my cheeks.

I was ripped out of my thoughts harshly. I quickly dried my tears and got out my makeup kit to start fixing my makeup as I heard approaching steps.

The door flew open and a group of girls entered.

I looked up and saw them dragging a girl with her. She was beaten up, shivering and endless tears were flowing down her face. 

Without noticing me they continued dragging her harshly and throwing quiet insults at her. 

"Lets get you all cleaned up" said a girl with a sickly sweet tone.

As I felt myself start hyperventilating, memories pouring back, I concentrated on slow breathing and got back control of my breathing when I realised they hadn't seen me.

By the time I looked at the situation again they had filled a sink with water and were holding her head underwater.

Remembering that I wasn't the bullied outcast anymore I got the courage to step in.

I removed all emotions from myself and put on my perfected poker face.

"Really?" I asked then

They immediatelly let go of the girl and whipped aroud to look at me. 

"Oh, Lily, we didn't know you were here"

"Well get her out of your face right now"

"We're sorry, Lily!"

"You shouldn't have to see something so disgusting"

"Sorry, Lily!"

They kept talking and apologising to me. Like what they did wasn't wrong. Like the only thing that was wrong is that I had to see this poor girl's face. 

I had enough. 

"Just leave, please," I said with a cold and quiet voice, letting no emotions be seen.

They scrambled up and grabbed the girl that had sunk to the floor helplessly while we were talking. The girl didn't do anything, she was looking down and had completely given up.

"Leave her" I continued, still with a poker face and cold tone.

They apologised again, bowing to me, before leaving quickly. Throwing last glares to the girl and apologetic, nervous smiles to me.

I stayed seated at the window and continued with my makeup, not saying a word. I didn't know what to say. Was there even anything to say?

I finished my makeup and looked up, putting my stuff away.

Well...

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