Mat laid in his bed, mind whirling. He had sent Nate at least 100 texts, but none of them he'd read.
Mat regretted saying that to Nate. Nate was his soulmate, and neither of them could change that.
Though, he supposed. Nate could just avoid him the rest of their lives.
Mat shivered.
He was clutching Nate's black jacket, which the black haired boy had forgotten at Mat's house one time, and now it was Mat's only reminder of him.
Once, Mat had asked his mother what it felt like to have your heart broken. She said: "It feels like the world is tearing in two. It feels like you can cry and cry until your out of tears, but no one would care. It feels like you just want death, but you have to keep going."
Mat would keep going.
If not for himself, then for Nate.
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Soulmates-NatePat
Fanfiction(before you say anything, I've been working on this for ages, and I love it to death.) Nathan Sharp is an antisocial singer, that doesn't think he'll even find his soulmate. Until his sister takes him to a party, and his life changes.
