Soulmates (Neo Fanfic) COMPLETED

Chapter 9

We are made from broken parts, all of us. Humans are machines after all. We're all broken from the start, especially our hearts. Nothing is ever complete or perfect for us. We are always looking for something new, something to fill a void.

Have you ever been so bored that you feel like you don't even know who you are anymore? Where when you go to sleep you need a new story in your head. Something, some way to start your dream otherwise you feel...empty? Like you can't even sleep.

I'm probably making no sense right now. You'd think I'd be used to things not making sense but nope!

That's enough now. I rub my eyes and get up off of the bed. It's dark, my clock reads 2 a.m.

Whatever.

I stretch and walk into the kitchen.

"N... get back to bed, if you need something call me." My mom says from my living room.

"Amma, it's okay, I'm fine."

"Ani! Bed!" She walks over to me and pushes me towards my bedroom.

"Fine okay, at least don't sleep on the sofa," I say as I wrap an arm around her shoulders and walk with her to my room. Then before she can say anything else I hug her tightly and sit her down on the bed.

She smiles at me. Her face a lot older and tired than I remembered it. I smile back at her and tuck her in.

"Now stay here, I'll get myself some water."

"Cha Ha-"

"Amma, please...you're my guest."

"I'm your mom! Ani, I'll get it." She starts to get up but with a gentle hand on her shoulder I have her lay down again. I kiss her forehead and pull the blankets around her shoulders.

After tucking my mom into bed I walk back into the kitchen. My manager decided to call her after I went "MIA" he called it. She came to Seoul as soon as she could and was at my house when I walked. She took one look at the cuts on my arm and head and dragged me downstairs to go to the hospital, I didn't even get to say anything.

I smile at the memory then frown thinking of the sorrow in her eyes when she saw my car. All dented and the mirrors cracked and broken. I felt so sorry. I could see tears in her eyes after she looked up at me.

Never in my life do I want my mother or any mother in the entire world to even imagine losing their child forever. Never do I want a child to see his/her mothers face when the thought is running through their mind.

I fill up the glass again and take a small rice bowl and walk into my bedroom. My mom is breathing softly, she's asleep. I smile and put the glass on the nightstand and the rice bowl upside down over the glass. Then I walk into the living room and after straightening out the blanket, lie down.

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I wake up to the sound of a deep, familiar laugh. I pull the blanket off of my face and sit up. Stretching I walk into the kitchen to see Ravi shoving my moms' seaweed soup into his mouth.

"Ahhh! It's hot!" She scolds with a laugh. Quietly I walk over to my mom and give her a soft hug, then lean back against the sink. My mom and I say nothing as we watch Ravi eat with small smiles. He hasn't noticed me yet, his face is practically buried into the bowl. Can't say I blame him, my mums, a great cook. The best soup cook only, I frown slightly as I think of the Italian pasta she tried to make, that wasn't good at all.

"Hyung!" Ravi practically falls off the kitchen counter. Yes, he was sitting on the kitchen counter eating. My house is too small to have an island. At that thought, a spark of anger ignites deep within me.