Short stories!

Not my Soulmate

I look back at my wrist which claims, "Hey Sunshine! Why don't you come and brighten my day?" And then back at the cup of coffee I was drinking.
The book I was reading was finished with a terrible ending, and because I bought this coffee, I have to finish it. That's how money works and I'm not wasting it.

A black haired, blue eyed, twenty five lookin' man slides into my booth. He bumps hips with me before leaning into my ear and whispering, "I killed your soulmate so we can be together forever, You'll take me, right?"
I jump up with a start, spitting out my coffee, "Excuse me?!"
The man looks alarmed and turns to face the empty booth across from us while covering his mouth with one hand. He looks like he's seen a ghost, "You...won't? S-shit I wasn't- I didn't- uhm..."
I sit on my legs, "Pardon?"
He turns back towards me with a pleading expression before checking his wrist which had no watch and smirks, lifting up my book and leaning over me to slap it on the window. . . And took it off, revealing a bullet lodged into my book...

"Why don't we talk outside? I. . Have something to discuss.." He gets up from the booth, tucking his hands into the pockets of his black pants, and waiting for me. I, who was just informed how my future husband is dead and this guy is his killer, obey. I don't know if it was because he just saved my life from a bullet, or if it's the fact that he killed a man.

I follow him out into a back alley way. "Is this business matters or..?" I notice as he looks me up and down, staring at my shirt with a bored expression. He looks up at my eyes without lifting his head. When he does lift his head, he states calmly, "I love you. I want you. I need you more than anything."

I raise an eyebrow, "Whats my name? Favorite color? Favorite thing to eat?"
"You're Cynthia, You're favorite color is pale lavender and you're favorite thing to eat is chocolate cake."
"H-how do you know that?"
"I've known you for a while, I'm Symon, by the way."

I'm taken a back when he leans his head on my shoulder and leans all his weight on me, pinning me to the wall, "Uh- I don't think-"

"Technically you cant refuse. I killed your only chance at a happy ending and this," He pauses and kisses the place where my future husband's quote once was, which was now a tattoo of ERROR in bold black,  "ISNT coming back. So why not accept me? After all, I'm gonna be the last one asking you."

I tear up, realizing that my future husband is dead, and he's never coming back  and I'm never gonna meet him, Nor get a do over. And this crazy Man, who isn't even my soulmate, Claims he's my only chance. I close my eyes quickly, whimpering quietly, "I don't really have a c-choice,"

Symon wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck, humming a tune, "Of course you do, dolly. Well- not really...Also, tell me if that thing ever comes back. I'm not sure if it will, but we'll both be prepared if it does~" He hums as I attempt to calm down, instead just forming loud sobs.

***

"And that's how I met him." I explain to Veronica, who cringes,
"It sounds terrible... You look terrible! Is he-"
I sip my coffee and look out the window, "He's feeding me. He's not abusing me or anything...though the threats are kind of..." My mind brings back a long forgotten memory of when I first went to his house,

"Babe. ."  He mumbles against the door, "You know I'm all that's left, So let's calm down, okay?"
My sobs grow louder as they echo against the walls of the small bathroom. I'm surprised as I hear him growl then sigh,
"Cynth, open the door.." He Shakes the lock as I hide in the tub, shaking and trembling.
There's a loud bang, "CYNTHIA!" He shouts, starting to bang on the door, "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" He bangs harder, before I hear a 'tch' and footsteps.

It's quiet. I quiet down and hug my knees to my chest, rocking calmly to myself.
Before there's an axe that hits the door, breaking a hole into the door. He steps through, and I can't get a clear look at his face as the fear strikes me. He reaches the tub and grabs my arm, And I flinch, thinking he's gonna attempt to break it before he pulls me into a tight hug. He lays his head on my shoulder, "Let's...not do that again, okay? I...thought you hurt yourself or something...," He squeezes me tighter, and sighs, "Can we go to sleep now?"

"What threats?" Veronica asks, seemingly concerned. She definitely misunderstood.
"No no..he doesn't do it that much anymore. He used to do it when I didn't listen..he never actually hurt me though," I explain.
The bell on the door rings as Symon walks in, lowering his headphones. He walked in with a blond boy, who had his hands in his pockets and looked around.

He catches a glimpse of me and nudged Symon, who was ordering, to look back at me. Symon looks back and notices me, He says something and walks over to me, "Cynthia! Sorry if I'm interrupting your guys' day, but...I'm gonna need you to not look at this guy at all, okay?" He explains, leaning on my table.
"Which guy?" I question, about to look around before Symon blocks my view,
"I'll tell you once I finished my business with him. Just continue your chat~" Symon gets up with a smile and walks back to the blond who held three drinks.

Veronica taps on my hand, "Hey...what's that on your wrist..?" She asks, trailing off like she was scared. I look down at it, gasping as it claims,
"And you'll be?"

I almost get up and look back before Veronica puts a hand on my shoulder and lowers me back down, "D-don't..Clearly Symon has a reason for you to not look-"

I ignore her warning and look back, to make direct eye contact with a dark brown haired guy. Blue eyes. He smiles and waves, before Symon, who was standing at his table, noticed and looked at me, glaring. He looks hurt for a second, before sneering and nudging the blond.

I would pay more attention, but the brown hair and blue eyes were making my heart leap and jump, and he gets up, walking over to me. "And you'll be?" He questions.

I was about to answer before there's a loud gun shot and he falls onto my table, bleeding from a visible bullet wound in the back of his head. Veronica gasps and gets up as I also exit the booth, struggling not to barf.

Symon pulls me back by my shirt and growls in my ear, "You don't listen to a word I say, do you? I don't know, one day I might just miss." He let's me go and walks out the coffee shop, pretending to be scared.

The blond, on the other hand, offered me a hand to shake, "Hey. I'm Venus. The one who shot Mr.Loverboy." He introduces, returning his hands in his pockets.
"Y-you-?"
"You know, Symon must really like you. I haven't seen a girl he likes last this long. Lucky you~"
"W-what-?"
"He usually calls me to shoot them as soon as they disobey him. But I've just watched you go against him...Though, I have no idea what he does with his private life- Oh! I'm coming calm your tits." Venus suddenly excuses himself and rushes outside.

I shiver, terrified. Victoria puts a hand on my shoulder before dragging me out the store, "Maybe you should start to listen.."