Aphmau One Shots!

Soulmate AU

HEUUERDRRRRR I GOT AN AWESOME IDEAR JUST YOU WATCH ME WRITE THIS AND KNOCK MY OWN SOCKS OFF OH GEE
And yes, 'tis I, Mai. Thee PastelMai
I KNOW I JUST UPDATED ON THIS ACC BUT I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING HERE BECAUSE IVE ONLY WRITTEN ONE THING OOPS–
Anywasyyysys you get to enjoy this hehehhuheur (but tbh I'm probably going to write this all in one setting when I need to work on my history speech (kill me please) Oo ps)

Also slight trigger warning oops I'll tell you when that is

«My Street»

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So, legend has it (which one I'm not completely sure) that when your soulmate is in pain, roses begin sprouting on your body where the pain is or where they got hurt. There is also something else. It also just so happens that when you and your soulmate are in the presence of one another, your chests are to glow. Supposedly, it is your heart glowing from being in such close proximity to the one you are to end up with.

Now, I'm not really one to believe this kind of stuff. But from what I've seen, it is no legend. My own friend, Nicole, has had this experience. She would have these pains in her leg or arm every now and then. And then a couple hours later, full bloomed roses would be growing from her limb. I remember her exact words when she had roses grow from her right ankle the third time.

"Man, this person who is apparently my 'soulmate' must be an idiot to break their ankle 3 times."

Not only has it been the roses, but Nicole actually found her soulmate. Wasn't anybody special, though. Just Dante. We were at a swimming pool, and Dante just so happened to have his shirt off, and Nicole was wearing a bikini. As a result, when they were near each other, their chests started glowing. Great and all, but I don't trust Dante that much... or it's just me not wanting my friend dating a dork such as him. It doesn't really matter much.

I've tried finding my soulmate too. For example, Jeffory. In high school we tried dating. Even though nothing would glow, we wouldn't get roses from each other, we still tried to make it work. But, as you know, it didn't work out in the end.

MmMM TRIGGER WARNING

I can't say that I was okay with not getting roses at all. Or even my chest glowing around somebody. But it was making me doubt if I even had a soulmate. I wouldn't even imagine that I would be this sad about it, that I can take a blade to my own skin. Watching the red seep out of my skin. Red liquid. Blood. Instead of solid red flowers blooming.

If I really am to have a soulmate, and they just don't get hurt, they must be really sorry for me. Or not. Whatever they choose to feel.

So, now I'm sat in my room, doing the same thing I do nearly every night. Purposely cutting myself, feeling like nobody cares all that much about me or the things I do. Thinking that I will die alone, nobody with me for my last breaths. Nobody knows I do this to myself. I'm afraid if anybody knew, they would waste perfectly good time that shouldn't be wasted on me. Merely a helpless and a 'will-probably-end-up-alone' girl in this world.

I had the cold blade in my hand, the lights dimmed, tears staining my cheeks. I had already made multiple slits on my arm, each one slowly bleeding out. I brought the sharp edge closer to my skin again, shakily cutting through my pale skin. This time I just so happened to cut a little too deep, dropping the blade immediately. The blood oozed out of the wound quickly, some of it spurting onto my face and shirt.