Half of Another

Chapter 1

~I've learned to slam on the break before I even turned the key~

"Connie! What do you think you will do when you meet your soulmate?" a younger Zoe asked.

"Hm. I think I will..." Connor pondered this question for a few moments. What would he do? "Give them a big kiss and hug!"

Zoe stuck out her tongue in disgust, "Ew! I'm never gonna kiss my soulmate! Just a lot of hugs!"

Connor giggled, "Do you think I'll ever find my soulmate? Sometimes I act bad with mommy and she gets mad at me sometimes."

"Connie, I think we all will find our soulmates. Everyone deserves them! Even you!"

Zoe looked down, beginning to play with her wrist, "But Connie can I ask you something?"

Conner looked towards his sister with a questioning glance, "What is it?"

"If... when you meet your soulmate... do you promise to never forget me? I'm scared that you'll love them more than me."

Connor gasped, "No! Of course not Zoe. You'll always be my sister. And I'll always be your big brother to hurt anyone who hurts you!"

"Pinky promise?"

"Yes Zoe, pinky promise. Soulmates are great things and I'm gonna be so happy when I find mine. But I'll never forget you."

They both smiled at each other and turned back to look at the starry night.

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Soulmates were so fucking stupid.

Connors sister had found hers today. Good for fucking her. Maybe now she wouldn't act like such a fucking bitch to him.

It had been Alana. Was he surprised?

Fuck no. He was surprised they hadn't seen the marks on their hands yet. They had been ecstatic, but Connor didn't give a single fuck about that.

"Don't worry Connor you'll find yours soon," she had promised, turning to look at him, and then quickly going somewhere with Alana.

Fuck that he thought. The whole idea of soulmates seemed like a whole pile of bullshit. Look at his parents, all they did was fight and argue about the same dumb thing. Everyone always said that your soulmate would be the love of your life- tell that to his parents.

He didn't believe there was someone who could tolerate all his crap and wanna be with a fucked up person like him.

Still, a tiny piece of him held out the hope that his was out there somewhere.

His soulmate always tried to talk to him. Writing small notes on their hand which would always appear on his. He would always ignore them, he didn't know why, but it just felt as if he shouldn't.

For some reason, they could never spell out their names. And even if they did, the other person didn't seem to see it. It would have been so much easier if they could have just told each other who they were. But of course, the universe always wanted to fuck with him and make everything harder.

Over the summer, he had a strange feeling in his chest, but then it erupted in a whole ball of pain, he quickly wrote to his soulmate- the first time he had ever talked to them,

Are you okay?

Connor kept on glancing at his wrist, every minute. Wondering if they were okay. They had to be. Connor learned that once your soulmate died, you go through

Throughout the whole day Connor waited for a response, anything.

But they never responded.

Well fuck you too. He wrote.

Please respond Connor still begged.

Nothing. So, his summer went by without a single word from them.

Which takes him back to the present, senior year at fucking hell.