Soul Mates

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I couldn’t find my voice. I couldn’t help but to just stare into his blue eyes.

“What?” He asked impatiently.

“B-blue eyes.” I stuttered moronically.

He swiftly lifted himself off of me and stood facing away from me. His hands ran threw his hair while muttering something I couldn’t understand, curse words probably. He abruptly walked out of the room slamming the door behind him, I flinched. What the heck did I do? If anything the fact that his eyes changed to blue should be a good thing. Why were they an unearthly red to begin with? I’ve been wondering this from the moment I first saw them. I gasped. He’s an alien! That’s the only explanation. Wait, if he’s an alien then that means… I’m an alien too! I scrambled out of bed, the top half of the dress hanging down. I pulled it back up. My eyes widened and immediately pulled it back down. My rib was back in place and the bruising was completely gone. There was no pain, no sign that I was ever injured. I remembered when Dante put my hand over it. Wow, must be a part of my alien powers. Then the memory of his lips crashing down on mine started replaying itself in my head. My face warmed and a wave of emotion spread through me. My fingertips trailed my lips. Wow, I’m such a hormonal alien. My happy thoughts were interrupted by a wave of emotion that didn’t belong to me. Dante.

I walked out of the room and found him pacin in the living room. Black must be his favorite color. His living room was simple containing black leather couches, flat screen t.v that hung from the wall, and more black curtains. I started walking down the hall way towards him.

“Don’t come near me.” He said threw gritted teeth.

I immediately stopped. I felt hurt at his manner towards me.

“Dante…” I spoke his name softly, but he completely ignored me.

How could he be so brusque with me after what just happened between us a few minutes ago? I know he felt something for me. I know we just met, and it’s stupid for me to feel this way, but there’s something pulling us together. How could that change so suddenly? Wait, something pulling us together…holy cow!

“You’re my soul mate.” I blurted out.

He stiffened, becoming a statue. He turned his head towards me and walked towards me menacingly. He stopped a foot away from me looking down at me with a sinister sneer. His eyes were red, a darker blood red. Fear spread through me.

“I have no soul. It’s time you learn that I will never love you. I can never love you nor would I want to love a disgraceful woman such as yourself. I’d kill you first before I’d show you any love.”

My heart plummeted to the floor. This cannot be happening. A sudden heaviness overwhelmed me and I stumbled back bracing myself against the wall. I felt tears threatening to spill, but by some miracle I was able to hold them back. I will not cry in front of this…jerk. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me broken. I straightened myself up and looked into those red orbs and spoke to him softly.

“You do have a soul, a dark one, but still it’s there. There’s darkness in every soul, it’s a constant battle every day between darkness and light. It’s easy for some people to pick darkness, but it is the weak that pick darkness and I pity them. I pity you, Dante. I feel sorry that you’re not willing to love. It takes courage. Courage you obviously don’t have.”

I felt an unnatural calmness, or was it numbness? Whatever it was it was unnatural since what I should be feeling is fear. He was giving me a menacing glare. If looks could kill I’d be dead, very dead. I guess he didn’t appreciate me indirectly calling him weak and a coward. He took a step closer, his face just inches from mine but I didn’t flinch.

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