Break All the Rules (LGBT) ✅

Break All the Rules Timestamp 4

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For some reason, it was much harder to shake off that past life than the others.

The next few he saw were nowhere near as powerful or encompassing as that one and he watched with a curious sort of detachment as the body he was in moved and talked. Now he'd experienced a few, he could see he was jumping back and forth in time and his soul had apparently inhabited a couple of different bodies. Sometimes, he was a girl, which was still so weird, or Caucasian and Freddie was different, too, but Alex could always recognise him.

He could be a woman he bumped into in the street, one he'd never see again, but would think of far too often. He could be the movie star Alex was obsessed with, watching all of his movies and queuing up in the rain to see him appear. He could be her father's friend, in his forties and believing he'd never meet his soulmate, and married to a widow because he couldn't bear being alone. And Alex had been the confident girl who knew what she wanted, crooking a finger and leading him upstairs for one wild night they would treasure forever. Alex had laughed at that, thinking of his own Freddie, and the parallels between them.

In one particularly heartbreaking life, Alex was part of the wedding party and Freddie was the crying bride in an arranged marriage. He'd met her in the gardens, wondering about the girl sitting on her own when everyone else was jubilant and happily celebrating before the union took place the next day. He'd drunk a little too much, happy to see friends and family he'd missed for too long, so he was a little too forward when he spoke.

"Someone as pretty as you shouldn't be sitting alone." He said, sliding onto the bench next to her.

She looked at him, stricken, and then the tears had come anew.

And, even drunk, Alex knew how bad this would look. He was with a woman he didn't know and she was crying noisily and, oh shit, this was bad. He held up his hands in a placating gesture, very careful not to touch her, and tried to calm her down. He'd never been good with crying people and he wasn't any good right now.

"Listen, I didn't mean to offend you. I've just had a lot of beer," which wasn't an excuse, he was aware. "How about I go right now and we forget this happened? I'll leave you alone."

It was probably cowardly, no, it definitely was, but he didn't see how staying would help things. If anything, it would only escalate the situation further.

"Sorry." He said, for what it was worth.

She grabbed him suddenly, hand darting out and wrapping around his wrist in a vicelike grip, and her voice was like a whisper on the wind, carried away so quickly he barely heard the words, "I can't believe I met you today."

But he'd been listening out for them for years. He couldn't not hear her.

"You're my soulmate!" he exclaimed, grinning giddily. "This is incredible! I can't believe I'm meeting you at my friend's wedding, tell me how you know the bride."

And, of all things, "I am the bride" wasn't what he was expecting.

It sobered him quickly and the smile on his face dimmed.

"You're getting married tomorrow." Alex said quietly.

"I am." She said and, then, like the thought had just come to her. "But I could not get married."

For a second, Alex let himself believe in that possibility. He'd always dreamt about meeting his soulmate, the one person the world had decided was just right for him, and he'd dreamt of a future where they could marry and live together and have a happily ever after. But this wasn't the land of soulmates but of sensible, appropriate unions between families.