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Visions || TD Joning

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'It is said that when you have found your soulmate, by taking hold of their hand, the two of you will experience something enlightening together. A flashback to a past life, the most notable one hidden among the fabric of time, one where the two of you had lived with one another in happiness and serenity.'

That's what they say, huh? Right, like that crap could be true.

I know that there are a lot of people who believe in the whole "fate and destiny" nonsense that everyone tries to push, but I don't. All that soulmate shit is completely fictional, and won't last very long at all. Everyone is destined to be alone.

Why am I so bitter? Well, to put it in a way you'd get, I've seen the failure of the idea first hand.

My mom and dad had been together for about nine years. Everything seemed perfectly normal, he was happy, she was happy, pretty much the ideal situation. Except, the truth was far from ideal.

Mom would always tell me a story about what she saw when my dad had first taken her hand, how she was whisked away from reality and thrown into the life of scullery maid. The way her cotton-grey eyes that she had passed down to me would grow sparkly as she described how this maid was part of a whirlwind secret romance with the prince of their land. She always seemed so cheerful.

That, however, was quickly shattered around the time I turned seven or eight, couldn't tell you which. Mom found out that my dad had been seeing another woman behind her back, the woman who would soon become my step-mom. She was completely heartbroken, and their fight after her discovery is chiseled into the back of my head forever.

"How could you do this? We're soulmates, Alan!"

"You really believe that schizo garbage, Samantha? There's no way I would bother keeping myself to a maid, especially such a delusional immigrant like you!"

. . . I only remember the sirens after that, and the officer telling me and my brothers that our mom had been found at the edge of the river.

Ever since then, we had moved cities. My dad insisted we forget everything about Mom and learn to call Elise that instead, which never happened with me. That woman wasn't my mother, and never would be, I've hated her ever since she wiggled her way into my life against my will. Almost as much as I dreaded the idea of being stuck with my "soulmate" since I now know that that's complete and utter garbage.

It's been a while, I'm in high school now, and all of this talk about "soulmates" and "destiny" and "true love" is driving me insane. A lot of people don't seem to see my attitude towards the whole thing as normal, so I don't really have a lot of people to talk to in class, even if I wanted to. Although, there is one place where I don't have to worry about that crap in the slightest.

At first, I didn't expect the coach to give me the time of day, let alone let me try out for the football tea, but I made sure I would not go ignored. So, here I am, spending several hours after the psychological pain in my ass that was high school getting pounded by my teammates and butting heads with them, in more ways than one.

A whistle appeared, ringing in my head as I happened to be passing Coach in a full sprint when he blew into it. We gathered around him in a huddle, "Alright, we're gonna try working on some passes now, since a lot of you tend to be a bit too greedy with keeping the ball once you have it." I felt a pair of eyes or two fall on me, which I rolled my eyes at, but it was more of a general thing to look towards another player.