Prepare. This is a long one...
THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME PEOPLE!!!! BE AWARE!
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Lachlan's POV
Soulmates.. They're a really weird thing.
Soulmates have the same injuries. So far, i have zero scars or marks on my body and I'm starting to think that I'm just not meant to have a soulmate.
"Hey waiter. Yeah,you Blondie. They gave my girl the wrong order. Fix it" A very mean man said to me.
"Sorry sir. What was the meal?" I ask, sighing and picking up the plate. "Fish and chips. Not chicken strips and chips." He glared at me.
"Coming right up."I say, monotone. People are so hard on waiters, I didn't even serve them.
I bring the lady back her actual meal and apologize multiple times to the both of them, only to get a harsh glare in return.
It was finally 7:30pm and my shift was over. I put away my apron with all of my things attached to it and check out.
On my way home, i listen to some music and just wish i was already in bed.
Due to me being too young and too lazy to be able to drive, i have to walk over an hour to get home after work. I didn't even realize that i had made it almost all the way home.
I pull out my phone checking the time, almost 9pm. Wow. I pull my keys out from my pocket and unlock my flat.
This day has been so exhausting and i just want to go to sleep, so that's what I'll do. I head to my kitchen after taking off my shoes.
I open the fridge, grabbing out the jug of milk before bed.
A sharp pain goes down my arm, causing me to drop the milk and spill it everywhere.
I look down at my arm to realize i now have about ten scars on my wrist.
Wait... this means.. Oh god.
My soulmate, they're doing.. this? I hold my arm in so much pain and realize that whoever I'm meant to be with is in a great deal of pain and sadness.
Only a few seconds later do i now realize its not ten anymore, but twenty.
I feel hurt. Empty and guilty almost, how can i help them?
All I can think is how I'm going to help this poor person and how i'm gonna cover them for work.. God.
I pull off my uniform and get into a pair of joggers and a loose tee shirt.
-Time Skip-
I wake up, around 4pm having to work at 5:30 and i still have those horrible scars on my arm, proving that it wasn't a horrid dream.
I sigh, getting up and heading to the bathroom to get ready for work.
Luckily, knowing how unprofessional hickeys can be, which i seem to get a lot working at a pub and hooking up, i have concealer.
Thank god i can cover these. As weird as it may seem that i have make up, its sure saving me now.
I place some on my arm and end up being able to mostly cover up these.
Seeing as it's almost time for me to get to work, i quickly pick up my speed and throw on my uniform sloppily and almost run to work.
I jog quickly because I'm about to be late the first time ever, but i don't want to be late. I made it just in time to clock in for my shift, and my boss was walking around everywhere.
"Oh my. There you are Lachlan. I thought you weren't coming. You know how busy we are on Saturdays." She says quickly, handing me my belt and name tag.
"Yes yes Mary i know. I'm sorry. I just woke up. Long night" I sigh.
"I don't need to hear about your hook ups Lach. Just get to serving people please." She says, walking away quickly before i could tell her otherwise.
I throw on my belt and head out to serve some tables. I go to my section, only having 2 tables out of the 7 i serve full.
I serve a table of 5, bringing the order to the kitchen and then walking back to my other table.
I then serve a table of 7, followed by once again bringing back the order to kitchen.
I grab table ones drinks and serve them. Followed by grabbing table twos drinks and serving them as well.
Being a waiter is a hard job, and its very hard remembering all the different meals.
-Time Skip-
It was close to the end of my shift and closing time.
Due to us always being busy on Saturdays, i was asked to work until closing and then lock up the shop.
It started to empty out, all the drunks going home and all the couples calmly trying to get past the drunks.
All but one lonely boy had left. I walk over to him and realize he's around my age.
"Hey kid, what are you doing here at a pub alone?" I ask, sitting across from him.
He seemed down, or maybe he was just a sad drunk.
"Hm. Why does that matter to you...Lachlan." He said, reading my name tag.
"Well maybe because you seem around my age and well its kinda closing time." I say, scratching the back of my neck.
"Oh.. Uh sorry. I-I'll go."He stuttered. He went to pick up his bag and that's when i saw it.
He had the same red marks on his left wrist as me.
"No." I say quickly, stopping him in his tracks.
"I'm gonna close up but i wanna buy you a drink, on me." I smile at him. He stares at me a few seconds longer but then nods.
I go and turn off the open sign and lock the doors from the outside, so you can only get out but not in.
I head over to the bar and pour both this boy and me a drink of vodka mixed with Pepsi.
"I hope you don't mind vodka mixed. It's usually my go to drink when I'm buying for others." I shrug, handing him a glass.
"I don't mind. Vodka is actually my favorite to drink as of right now." He says, pushing his sleeves over his hands.
I noticed every tiny movement he made to cover up, it was hurting my heart.
"You know my name, now i think i deserve to know yours? Even though i may not remember it by tomorrow if you get what I'm saying" I wink jokingly at him.
He blushes softly and smiles a bit. "Its Vikram, but I prefer Vikk." He says softly, taking another sip.
"Well Vikk, Nice to meet you." I smile at him. He tries to make himself a bit smaller, almost as its awkward for him.
"I uh. This is gonna sound very weird and probably creepy." I start, rubbing at my arm to remove the make up that was there before.
He looked up at me, setting his drink down. "I'm gonna show you my arm. Something that appeared last night." I said slowly, trying not to alarm him.
His eyes go slightly wide as i show him the twenty plus scars that i had on my left wrist. He shakes a bit, slowly realizing what it meant.
"I-I saw your arm when you went to grab your bag. I just.. i thought maybe i found you?" I stutter, trying to stay calm.
He looked down at his sleeve, softly pulling it up past his elbow. He had the exact same marks i did, which proved to me that it was meant to be.
"So.. You're my soulmate?" He asked very quietly.
"Yeah. And you're coming home with me so i can take care of what happened." I smile at him, earning a sweet smile back.
Who knew after all these hook ups I've been through, it would be a sad boy in a pub late at night i'd end up with.
