Soulmates

Chapter 1

I never used to believe in soulmates. I thought that it was just some idea, created to give people false hope. I saw it as a strange, worldwide obsession, born out of the desperate fantasy that there's somebody for everyone.

In my mind? It was hormones, desire and chemistry - A self-created delusion that came from the fear of being alone.

What most people don't realize, is that you'll never really believe until you fall in love yourself...

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"Jess! Come on. Ami's already here and you're not leaving until you've emptied the dishwasher."

Great. Now I'm going to be late. Thanks for that, mum.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm just looking for my bag and I'll be down in a second!"

It started like any other day, with me trying to mentally prepare myself for seven hours of lectures.

I suppose almost every day starts the same, whatever happens. My day will always start with me in bed, not wanting to move from the safety of my covers. Whether you meet the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, or you come to a near-death experience, it will always start the same. So dull. So predictable.

This day was no different.

I ran down the stairs, grabbing my phone and bag from the staircase. My dad was sat at the dining table, reading his regular newspaper so I gave him a hug from behind on my way out.

“Love you dad! See you when I get back.”

He slid his glasses down the bridge of his nose, folding his newspaper up.

“Okay darling, I’ll be doing the dishwasher again then, will I?” He raised his eyebrows before giving me a smile. I returned the gesture and kissed his forehead before walking out the door, pulling it shut behind me.

 “Jesus woman! Take your time why don’t you.” Ami playfully yelled at me as we started walking down the pathway.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find my bag and to be fair, you’re the one that’s usually late!”

“It’s fine. Anyway…” She dragged the word out. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay…” I reluctantly responded.

“Well, I was talking to Emily and you know band night?”

“Yeah?”

“Well there’s a new band tonight and according to her brother’s friend they’re really good.” She paused partly for effect and I’m guessing partly to regain her breath. “And… apparently the guitarist is like, super fit!”

“No! Ami, you know what happened last time!”

After last time, I refused to go to any more band nights. They were at the local beer garden so they were always way too crowded and claustrophobic. Me, Ami and Emily were all standing directly in front of the stage, watching some emo band playing music so loud that you couldn’t hear properly for the next couple of days. A sudden wave of nausea came over me and the fact that I couldn’t move or breath didn’t help. The next thing I remember was waking up on the grass round the back of the pub.

“Please! I really want to see them and I can’t exactly go on my own, can I? And think of the guitarist! You haven’t been out with anybody in forever! You might actually have a chance. Please, Jess?” She finished her rant, nudging me in the side with her elbow.