Soulmates (Kraglin Obfonteri x Reader)

The Dream

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I picked up my glasses from the floor and a hand grasped my wrist, lifting me to look at a blurry face.

"It's you, I finally found you!" A voice said.

I shot up from my bed, sweat dripping from my forehead, and panting. That dream again. I had been waking up in cold sweats from that dream ever since I was a small child. My mother told me to look over my body, try to find some indication of what she feared the most, and low and behold it was there. The words that made me feel scared, happy, panicked, and calm.

"It's you, I finally found you!" was written on my waist.

At first I cried, but my mother told me that those words were the most important thing in the world. They were the words that my soulmate would say to me when we first meet. She told me of my father and how she lost her soulmate before she married dad and I cried more which made her panic. She told me that as long as I held on, no matter what, I would find and be with my soulmate forever. I never really took her advice seriously though, mainly because she changed the story of my father every time I asked about him.

I hadn't a clue what a soulmate was when I was younger, but as I grew up I began to understand. I had gone through my second relationship with this girl named 'Henrietta' when the "Outcasts" were taken in to receive the talk. I was heartbroken at the time and I was sure there was no one out there for me. Until the talk. Our teacher explained that those of us with 'unexplained differences' were destined to be with someone for the rest of our lives. We could try to avoid it all we wanted but eventually we would meet the person we were meant to fall in love with.

Knowing that I was never going to be alone was a relief for 14-year-old me at this point. But now I was [Y/A] years old and I doubted I was ever going to meet this person.

I stretched out my arms and scratched my head.

"Time to start the day I suppose." I mumbled.

I lifted my covers and slipped on my duck slippers, pulling my bed shirt down to cover my ass as I stood up and headed to the bathroom. I picked up my toothbrush and the paste and began twisting the top off. It had been a few days since my last dream about this mysterious soulmate.

I recently learnt about how some of us 'different' people find out about the loss of our soulmates. I was having coffee with a friend of mine who had the same 'difference' as I did, she told me how she had recently lost her soulmate. She was sitting at her desk and felt a sting on her arm, she lifted her sleeve to watch the writing on her arm write fade. She said she had cried for days, even going as far as wanting to take her own life. I thought about how I would react if it happened to me, I would have probably gone through with killing myself if I lost the last hope I was hoping onto.

I hissed, squeezing too much paste onto my brush and dropping the tube in the sink, as I felt a hot rush across my face. As if someone had given me a forceful left-right goodnight. I pushed my cabinet shut and looked in the mirror.

"Holy shit." I gasped, outlining the huge bruise that was coming into focus on my cheek and eye. "I swear this 'soulmate' is more hassle than they're worth."

I had started to get bruises and pains on my skin over the last two years. My co-workers were worried about me when I would come in with new marks on my skin, so much so that they sent me to see a phycologist. It was then that they told me it wasn't me; it was my soulmate's fault.

I finished brushing my teeth and pulled on my uniform.

Talking about my co-workers, they were my only source of humanly contact other than the customers. And the customers were assholes. They were never generous with tips, or even mannerly for that matter. They were only focused on the service that they came for.

Did I mention I worked as a stripper and occasional hooker?

I slipped on my heels and headed out into the night. It was kind of cold for summer, but I wasn't surprised; I just pulled on my bomber jacket, pressed play on my mp3 player and skipped to the bus stop listening to Razorlight's "In The Morning" hoping that in the morning I really wouldn't remember a thing.