A beautiful statue stood in the centre of of the small town for tourists. It stood tall, shined in the sun. The man of the statue had a strong posture, had a strong build with wide shoulders and muscular arms. On his face there was a slight grin, barely noticeable. He had hair that curled just the tiniest bit, and lay thick on his head was levelled just under his chin. His jaw was sharp and looked as if it had the tiniest bit of stubble. A hand was held out, reaching down, as if welcoming someone up to take his hand. The statue was dressed in a three piece tuxedo with no, the first couple of buttons undone.
The town attracted all sorts of people because of this statue. It became a tourist site, people joking and laughing and taking pictures of themselves with their hands in his. People came and went, never truly believing that the saying was true. That the statue had a soul mate, and that when they touched hands, the statue would become human.
So the statue stood and waited, hand outreached, to welcome its soul mate.
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Soul Mate
Teen FictionThe statue was said to have a soul mate. That when they touched hands, it would become human. Amara Lechin just wanted to take a picture with her friends, but before she knew it, her life was flipped around.
