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Everyday after that awkward confession was normal, just that we seemed to be more tight knit. We chatted a lot, laughed a lot, but I was scared it wouldn't last. 

"Hey, what's up with the hot-cold way you're being?" she asked. "What way?" I deflected. "You know, being all 'it's too obvious' and 'yeah'." she replied. I raised an eyebrow. "How's that hot and cold?" 

Despite trying to recall, I didn't know what she was referring to.

"Hey, Matthew! You guys are so soulmates!" Del yelled to laughter from Matt. Zann glared at them and went over to 'sternly' reprimand Matt for laughing. Soulmates, huh?

I glanced at Zann. We had the same untamed black hair. Small almond eyes. That was all.

What similarity was there which made us soulmates? Delaney must've been off in la la land. No way we were soulmates.

But something about it just made it feel so right.



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