Crankgameplays Imagines

Wrong Soulmate

Trigger Warning + Lots of angst and some self harm in this chapter... I'm sorry

{ Y/n Pov }

It felt like my heart shattered into a million pieces when I had caught Alex with that boy. It was that kind of pain where you could physically feel your heart break, and every breath you took physically hurt... The kind where the world seems to fall from under your feet and you there seems to be no end to it all.

Of course the pain kept going through the divorce papers, and moving out, I didn't want to fight, I gave him everything whatever he wanted, and tossed the ring across the room at the end of it all while picking up the last of my thing telling him to 'choke on it'.

Ethan was a bit of a saving grace for me, he let me take up residence in his apartment, I tried to do what I could around the house to pay him back, but I didn't even feel like feeding myself let alone getting up to clean and cook for both of us, so most of the time I just laid curled up in my bed waiting for the sweet embrace of death to swallow me whole, maybe a little dramatic but it was my soulmate that broke my heart, the small tattoo on my ankle to match his that I caught glimpse of every now and then didn't help.

I was sitting on the floor of the guest room I had been staying in. I had tried everything to get rid of that stupid tattoo, getting it tattooed over, but the ink just seeped in like I had never tried to cover it up. Scribbling over it with marker had the same effect, it was like the tattoo ate it up. I wanted it gone, the constant reminder that my soulmate cheated on me was slowly driving me insane.

I had grabbed a knife from the kitchen and my hands shook violently, a bottle of rum clasped in my other hand -- trying to give myself enough bravery to do what I needed to.

I pressed the blade to the tip of my tattoo, he took several deep breaths, before I was able to do anything the blade was ripped out of my hand leaving a small gash on the top of my tattoo. I let out a sob.

"No! Give it back! I want it gone, I want it gone!" He screamed lunging toward Ethan and spilling some of the rum on both of us as I knocked him to the ground.

Ethan threw the knife away and entrapped me in a hug.

"Let me go, I want it gone! I want it gone!" I dropped the bottle and tried pushing Ethan away, hitting his chest frantically before gripping onto him and sobbing "I don't want this stupid mark anymore" I whimpered.

Ethan loosened his grip a little and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Y/n..." He mumbled my name place several kisses onto my head as he attempted to calm me down "I know... I know..." He finally said.

I eventually cried myself out, and my cut had stopped bleeding. I sniffed and buried my face into his chest.

"It hurts so much Ethan..." I said softly.

"I know..." Ethan said "but damn it y/n this isn't the way" he said glancing back toward the knife he had thrown.

"I just hate having a reminder I didn't even ask for on my body" I sniffed.

"You'll be okay... I promise... We... We'll get through this together okay?" He asked softly.

I nodded feeling rather worn out now. Ethan picked me up and brought me to my bed laying me down he covered me up and went to leave he grabbed his wrist.

"Stay? Please..." I mumbled.

Ethan nodded and crawled under the covers with me pulling me close, he pressed a soft kiss to my head as I slowly dozed off, I felt safe with him, though the pain was there I knew I had someone I could count on.

//sorry for so much angst in this one, also a bit of a shorter one but promise I'll make a happier one soon.