you don't remember anything from your previous life but your soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer, the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year, your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the hands encasing your neck in a vice grip
YOU ARE READING
soulmate au's
Randomnone of the soulmates au i will be posting are mine !! all credits to the tumblr owners :-) (the drawing of the book cover is not mine as well :-) i just thought that it fits well with the title hehe) enjoy going deep ;)
