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The Shared Song

Ever since I was a kid there would be this song, this one song that was always on my mind. I don't know when it started, all I know is that it's always been around. At first I was freaked out, not knowing where I had heard the song and kept mumbling the words or humming the tune. Eventually I told my parents who seemed delighted by the fact, as opposed to freaking out which I assumed they would, being told their daughter was hearing voices and music all day long.

The song in question is called 'Come on Eileen' by Dexys Midnight Runners. It's not a bad song to get stuck with but everyone has their limits to how often they can listen to the same song.

My parents explained to me how the song you have in your head is the song that you will hear when you meet your soulmate, that they too have the same song on repeat and it is only you two who share that song. Everyone has a different song, not everyone talks about the song in fear of judgement, how someone could end up with Barbie girl and someone else could end up with Adele. Luck has nothing to do with this soulmate business, it was just a matter of time and place where you meet them.

Unfortunately for me in 2012 the popular novel, Perks Of Being A Wallflower was produced into a film, where my song was featured and instantly everyone knew it and everyone played it. For over a year I heard that song aloud everywhere I went, initially I had hoped it would be a sign that my soulmate was close, that he was in sight. But eventually I gave up on that idea, that the song was simply popular and he couldn't have been in every place I was and my hope of finding him diminished.

Four years later and there is no sign of him, part of me wishes I had more perseverance to locate him through this song, but no instead I am just living my life, alone. When ever I go to sleep now I hear him, I get to hear a single thought before I drift out of consciousness. Apparently it is to encourage those unfortunate souls who have yet to meet their soul mate a better idea of what they sound like, or an to tell them where to meet them and when. The entire concept is stupid, considering my last thoughts are usually stressful or of food, I doubt that that'll give my soulmate a clear understanding of who I am.

Usually his last thoughts are about music, about his own music or some lyrics he comes up with. Sometimes he thinks about me, about who I am, what I might look like and when we will meet.

His accent differs to my own which makes me wonder if we'll ever meet some time soon. Of late whilst I try to sleep I try to make my thoughts relevant to him, try and send some form of a message to him about the fact that I exist, I am real and where I am. Yet that's all I've been doing for a month now and I haven't had any luck so far.

As I wake up I desperately try to remember whatever he said last, I try to write it down but it usually slips my mind, the things I do remember tend to be pointless unfortunately. Tonight I have to get the train to visit my family for my aunts birthday, the rest of my family left a few days ago but I had to finish some work off which postponed my travel, meaning I had to get the train alone. I had already packed and went down to get breakfast, humming the all too familiar tune to myself. The day went by fairly quickly as I double checked everything over and sang to myself, the song not wanting to disconnect for more than five minutes before playing once again. Before I knew it I was out of the door and got the bus to the station, once I arrived at the station I saw how busy it was. I looked down to my tickets and information to the platform I was supposed to be at and ran in that direction. As I arrived I immediately felt under pressure seeing the compressed bodies that were there as the train approached. Couples and parents with children held onto them, others began to push forwards and I took one last look to my ticket, seeing I was assigned a seat that I booked in the last cabin. Moving fairly quickly towards the end of the train I saw how spacious it seemed, everyone was cramming into the first few cabins and down the end they were close to empty. As I boarded I looked around, seeing there was only one other person in this cabin besides me. Taking another glance around I looked for any signs to say this was a quiet cabin so fewer people wanted a space here but there was nothing.

"Phew, I'm not the only one then." I put my bag on a chair next to me and turned to see someone addressing me from behind a book.

"Yeah, I guess so." I nervously joked, hating to make small talk or any form of conversation with someone I didn't know very well, strangers being my biggest issue.

"Thought I would be in complete silence for the next four hours, do you think anyone else will board?" I shifted in my seat starting to feel uncomfortable about this guy and his almost familiar voice.

I turned my head around to see he was still hiding in a book, "Do I know you? Or your voice?" I asked and he slowly lowered the book, as he did so I wanted to quickly wind my neck in to take a breath.

His hazel eyes stared at me, examining my face as I picked out his features, he had circular glasses covering his eyes and a small smile emerging on his face, causing dimples to appear either side. He swept his golden curls back and placed his book down, allowing all of his attention to be on me.

"I feel like I should know you. I know how weird that sounds, it's odd." He spoke up and I nodded, not taking my eyes off of him.

Eventually I broke eye contact, turning away and opening my bag pulling out my book and earphones. Before I had the opportunity to put my music on the train started to play something quietly, at first I was convinced I had been imagining it that it was in my head as per usual. That was when it had become louder, the upbeat intro, the singers starting to announce. I groaned and slammed my head into my arms that folded across the table in front of me.

"You alright." I heard him ask, lifting my head up I saw he was gone from his seat, now sat opposite me.

"This song." I said motioning to it, "Will be the death of me." I groaned, "Stupid soulmate." I muttered under my breath.

"Wait, did you say soul mate?" He asked and I looked at him and saw a fascinated look written across his face. I slowly nodded and he shuffled with excitement, or it could be constipation. "So, this song is your soul mates?" He asked and I nodded, feeling like an idiot.

He let out a dry laugh and now I shifted in my seat, feeling uncomfortable. I glanced around as the song continued to play, coming to the chorus. "What's wrong with that? I still have to meet them first." I explained and he rubbed his hands together a smile forming on his face as he did so.

"Last night, before you fell asleep did you think of flying pizza and the little mermaid?" He asked, his expression now changing to a look of seriousness, he wasn't joking around despite his ridiculous question.

I thought for a moment but slowly nodded, feeling rather confused. "Oh god." He mumbled holding his head in his hands.

"Oh god, what?" I asked, feeling nervous to be within this close of a proximity of this guy who seems to be on the verge of breaking down.

"It's you." He said, releasing his head from his hands. "I found you." He said with a bright smile.

"You're, you're my soul mate?!" I ask completely shocked and my mouth goes wide, not believing this is true and that the man of my dreams literally looks like someone who exists in a dream.

Pinching myself hard to see if this was a reality I squirm, confirming it was true. "You're real."