Shiver

Chapter 1

Sylvia's POV
I lean back in my chair, exited for the plane to take off. I'm so excited, I can't breathe. I'm finally going to meet my soulmate. Eventually.
Once in the air, my pulse starts to lower. It's probably because I remembered how much I hate flying. You know, I probably should have thought about that before I got on a plane.
Duh Sylvia, you have a fear of heights. Idiot.
Well, there's nothing I can do about it now. I sit in my worn leather seat, trying to keep my breathing normal, and my pulse slow. It doesn't really work, but I can at least try.
Remember why you're doing this.
Remember why you're doing this.
Remember why you're doing this.
The thought of finding my soulmate somewhat calms me, but not quite enough to let me sleep.
When the attendant comes around asking what drinks are wanted, I get a water, hoping the cool liquid will calm me just a tad bit more.
After drinking, more like chugging, the entire bottle, I calm down a lot, just enough to sleep.
Remember why you're doing this.
As I'm drifting off to sleep, I repeat the phrase, so I don't lose my nerve again and not sleep.
January's POV
"Good morning, sunshine!" Linda greets me, in her usual way. She says the same phrase everyday, always in her fake British accent. How she doesn't understand (though every single person has told her) her accent is fake,  is beyond me. But every morning, like clockwork, Linda repeats the phrase in her accent. It's kind of amusing, if you think about it long enough. Linda needs a hobby. Let's just leave it at that.
I walk into the main part of the kitchen, tying on my white apron while doing so. Alex is there, ready with his usual comment.
"Still cold?" He asks, chopping up onions while doing so.
"Yup. Just like usual." I reply to his flushed face. Ever since I've met Alex, his face has been flushed.
That's usually a sign of being close to your soulmate, but I'm pretty sure Alex has found his soulmate. Maybe he just has an everlasting sunburn.
I wash my hands and start making the base for lentil soup, entertaining the thought of an everlasting sunburn.
That would be hell, to say the very least.
Brayden's POV
"No mom, I haven't found my soulmate yet."
"Well you should," she replies through the phone, taking on that motherly tone when your parents always talk about finding the love of your life.
I don't get why everybody, especially my mom, are always so interested in my love life. I mean, did she see how it ended up for her? She ended up divorced and living in a different state for goodness sake.
That's the real, (and as far as I'm concerned, perfectly reasonable) reason why I stopped looking for my soulmate. I didn't want to end up like my mother and father; divorced and living in different states.
"Brayden, did you hear me?"
"Sorry mom. What did you say?"
"I said," she tsks, obviously upset at me for not listening. "I said that you need to start looking for your soulmate because I want grandchildren to spoil."
"Ok mom. I'll go look for my soulmate so you'll have grandchildren to spoil. That might take a while though, so I might not be able to talk to you for a little bit."
"Whatever, you little rat. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye, mom."
I hang up, and smile. My mother hates me, and I honestly feel the same way. Although I don't know what I did, she has motives to hate me, and there's nothing I can do about it.
At least I have an excuse not to talk to her for a while.
I smile again, and stuff the last of my granola bar in my mouth, grabbing my keys and heading to work.
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