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Soulmates (BlueSpartanz)

(slightly changing the au above: it's not the last words you ever hear, it's the last words they ever speak.)

Brandon had pondered for years over the black writing which was scrawled across his fore arm. Everyone had one, they were all different. Different words, different fonts and different places.

His was almost cursive, which matches the words amazingly. It's too cold for you here...

But beautiful words seemed to take a turn. Bold, stiff letters underneath scared him each time. BRANDON! I-

Anytime he looked at it, he was reminded that he would be there when they died. Some people got lucky, they don't have to be there. The black words scar over once they die, and for most people the words mean nothing. Just last words, from people they probably don't even know.

He didn't know anyone with their own name in someone else's words on their arm. Which is why he tried to keep it covered. He hated it. Hated the system. It could be anyone but he wouldn't know til they died.

Brandon made his way downstairs. Ani was in the kitchen, along with Kwite and Henry. The two were staying over for a week at their house.

Ani didn't care about her words. They weren't poetic, or downright scary, they were simple. it's okay. we're okay. Hers was already scarred over.

He'd seen Henry's before. His ran across his stomach, bold italic letters. I can't take it anymore. Henry also hated his. He'd said countless times it probably meant suicide. It scared him every time he read it.

When Brandon first saw his, he was glad he wasn't the only one terrified of the words. No one ever asked, Brandon never showed his. On the underside of his forearm, it wasn't the easiest nor hardest to conceal. He just kept his arm down flat a lot.

"We're out of milk." Ani said, sitting at the table. She pushed a mug of black coffee towards Henry, who grimaced in response.

"Yeah no thanks then. Want me to go get some?" He offered. Ani nodded and Henry stood. "Back in a bit, then."

He closed the front door quietly behind him, pushing in earbuds and humming along to sweater weather, by the neighbourhood.

It was then he realised he had no clue where there would be a shop. He looked down at his phone, pulling up maps, shuffling along the floor.

"Does he even know where the shops are?" Brandon asked a few minutes after he'd left.

"Doubt it." Kwite responded.

"I'll go catch up then." Brandon huffed, standing up. He could see Henry down the street, and speed walked to catch up with him. It was cold outside, his breath fogged the air and the ground was slippy with ice.

"It's too cold for you here," Henry mumbled along to the words of his song, eyes still focused on his phone. Brandon felt a slight sting on his arm, looking down in confusion. The first line of words were scarring over. He looked up quickly. The shout of his name would come next. And it did.

The screech of tires sounded as the car desperately tried to come to a stop, but the icy roads stopped him. Henry noticed at the last second, turning to shield himself and seeing Brandon running towards him.

"Brandon! I-" the car hurtled into his side, knocking him flat. The rest of Brandon's words scarred over.

"Henry?" He shook his side. There was no response. "Wake up! Please! Your my soulmate..." Still, Henry didn't move. His blue eyes just stayed wide open, unblinking.

(This was mega short and weird. Couldn't really think of a longer ending, still like it though.)