From Soulmate To Angel

Introduction

He was 17 when it happened.

She was only 16.
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Elizabeth's POV

     My mom told me that if you're soulmate dies before you meet them, something strange will happen. She said that they will become your guardian angel. She said that you will feel a burning in your chest when they die. The pain would last as many minutes as their age. She said that... you feel empty. I don't believe her. I don't believe in soulmates. I don't believe in love. Well, I didn't.

*Flashback 3 Hours*

     Today was rough. I'm pretty sure I failed my algebra test, and my only friend was absent. Instead of talking about YouTube with her, I just quietly sat alone by myself. My homework doubled since I was entered into honors class. I quietly entered my house, when all of a sudden I felt really sad. My mom walked up to me and asked if I was ok. I just stood there. I felt... empty. I broke down right there, falling to the ground in tears. My mom helped me up and gave me some water. I couldn't help but think... Was it that soulmate thing mom was talking about- NO! I refuse to believe it! There are no such things as soulmates. There is no such thing as love. My mom just stared at me, like she knew what was going on. I think I did too.

I was wrong.

I was wrong.

My mom was right.

She was right all along.

     It couldn't be true though. There was no pain in my chest. Just at that thought, my chest felt like it was burning, like someone set fire in it. My mother instantly came to my aid as I screamed in pain.

The words repeated in my head. I had no control.

I was wrong.

I was wrong.

I was wrong.

After 17 minutes, the pain subsided. He was 17. That's when the pain started in my heart. Not physical pain, but physiological pain.

I just lost the love of my life, and I didn't even know who he was.

     I heard the distant noise from the TV. My heart sped up as I heard the new report.

"A 17 year old boy named Steven Stewards was killed 20 minutes ago on Chestnut Street. Witnesses say he was shot by a mysterious man in all black. They say he had brown hair, freckles, and he was very tall. If you see anyone that matches this description, contact the authorities right away."

I broke. My heart shattered. This was it.

The words wouldn't stop swimming through my head.

I was wrong.

I was wrong.

I was wrong.

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(December 8, 2016)