He's stunned. Astonished. He can feel a tingling. Like he's finally able to breath. One word can come to mind: Home. That's how he knows. She's the one. The one.
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She can feel it. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. A warm feeling. It started from her toes and snaked it's way through her body. It took less than a second, yet it felt like a lifetime. A lifetime she knew, in that second, she wanted to spend with him.
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They're together now. It starts slowly. Small dates and long walks, hand holding and sweet smiles. It then progressed to long hugs, kisses goodnight, and food sharing. The short dates turn into long nights, and long nights turn into a rhythmic love.
That was when she saw his scars. They riddled his body. Long, ugly ones ran down his back. Small, short ones covered his shoulders and arms. There were burn marks and scars, some looked new and others old.
She never asked about them, in the begining. She knew his past had hurt him. That he, himself, was hurting; so she let it go. One night as the lay under the covers, in each others arms, she began to gently trace the scars along his strong arms.
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He can feel her feather like touch tracing the scars that cover him. He could feel her subtle curiosity rolling off her in waves; he could also feel her patience and knew she would wait for him. He had kept it from her long enough. He decided then, in the peace they had created, that he would tell her.
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He startled her out of her silent reveree. He took her hand and used it to trace a newer scar along his bicep. He quietly told her how it came to be. A glass shard from one of his father's drunken rages he had said. He then used her had to trace an old burn mark; from his mother's favorite cigarette brand he explained. He took her hand a little lower and traced a long scar along his side; from a belt that had been originally aimed toward one of his sisters. This went on for some time, and by the end of his explinations, Jean was quietly sobbing.
Her brave, brave soul mate. She looked at him with love. He had gone through so much, hurt by so many, yet he trusted her. He was good to her. He loved her. She could see tears gathering in his eyes.
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He said to her, "I am broken. I am not whole, but the day my soul mark appeared, I promised myself that I would be better." He wiped away her tears, "I promise you, I will love you the way you should be loved. I will be a better man. I promise you."
She knew he meant it. She knew he would follow through with his promise. It was just like when her soul mark first appeared; if he could have the patience to care for and grow the beautiful flower that adorned her side, then she knew she could trust him with her heart.
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Soul mates
RomanceColt Weston has been through a lot. He has seen more, felt more, and hurt more than most people his age. He has one thing: Hope. As mashed and mangled as it may be, it's still there. Jean Davis has had some problems of her own, and is slowly breakin...
