Y/n-Your name
F/n-Friend name
D/N-Dog name
E/C-Eye color
L/n-Last name
M/n-Middle name
Third POV
Soulmates were a big fuss in people's lives. You'd either get the first words they say to you tattooed on a part of your body when you turn fifteen or you could get their name. You couldn't choose though, it was just random. If you found your soulmate, your tattoo would glow a silver or gold, depending on your personality. Y/n, a private detective from London, was one of these people around the world who had a tattoo. She wasn't too happy at first because the tattoo took up most of of her arm but also because she wanted to keep them out of danger, which meant Y/n may never find them. She didn't want them to be in danger but that all changes when she's soon a danger to herself, a bustling little thing that worked too much with her brain. Her heart was left alone until it was needed to save those who needed help.
Y/n's POV
I sunk in my seat, while writing down notes as F/n explained what happened. In reality, I really wasn't paying attention but sketching my dog, D/N. I occasionally wrote key words around the sketch which would help me with the case I was currently stuck on. F/n looked up at me and asked," You got all that?" I closed my sketchbook, nodding. The drawing wasn't finished but I could finish it later. I looked out the window that we sat next to in the small coffee shop and frowned. My eyes danced across many people who seemed so innocent but I knew that somewhere, there was one person who was truly evil. F/n snapped their fingers in front of my eyes, making me flinch back from the terrible sound. I glared at her and asked," The Hell?" She asked," Are you okay?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It was a habit I developed when I began my career as a private detective and it only happened when shit was going down the drain or when I was extremely nervous. I huffed," I'm fine."
God, I hated them. I hated the fucking lies! Can they just go fuck themselves and leave me be? It'd be so quiet and everything would be so perfect. Is there a way to get rid of them? Any sort of way to pick each depressing, suicidal thought off of my mind until I was happy again? I'm not fine! F/n, I'm not fine! Anyone who could hear this, I want them to know that I'm not fine! I'm dying from these fucking thoughts and it's getting to a point where I want to jump in front of a train or anything that's able to kill. It all started from my brain and now it has taken over everything except one thing.
My heart.
I don't listen to my heart. I barely use it. I don't use it to feel sympathy or feel happy towards others. Its just there, like a useless part of your body. It just sat inside of me, keeping me alive, and now its saving me from my depression. If I commit suicide, then my soulmate might too. And if it gets to that point where one day, I bring up the courage to cock the gun and pull the trigger, I'd have to use my heart. I'd have to remember my soulmate.
F/n snapped their fingers in front of my face again and I asked," Wha-" F/n asked," Seriously, are you alright? You seem to be...I don't know. I just know something's wrong." I answered," Nuh-uh. Nothin's wrong. I was just thinking..." F/n's eyes trailed to my arm and asked," Can I see?" I nodded and unwrapped the bandages on my arm, revealing the longest fucking name on Earth. But, there was a terrible wound right under all the words, as if whoever gave me the knife wound intended to underline it but with a knife. Actually, that's what happened. I sometimes get in one Hell of a situation and I'd get hurt in some way. Emotionally or physically. This time, it was physically. F/n asked," Woah, wait, when did you get that? I know you like to hide your soulmate's name with bandages and all but there's an actual wound?" I nodded and F/n lightly traced the wound, making me wince. Jesus Christ, I hated it when someone touches me. F/n asked as their eyes strayed towards my soulmate's name," Do you think you'll find them?" I answered, sipping my coffee," Nah. I mean, I'd absolutely love to meet them but my career can put them in danger, ya know?" F/n answered," Ahyuh. I forgot about how you want them safe." I shuddered at the word 'ahyuh.' I met F/n's E/C eyes and said seriously," I've met a shit ton of people, F/n, and the worst people I've met are the ones I've had to arrest. Shit- You have no idea, don't you?" F/n sent me a confused look and I whipped out my sketchbook and pencil, continuing the drawing of D/N.
