There were only not two, but three times I fell in love. First was with an asshole, another with a friend. Then, with my current date mate whom I talk to online, who's an actual saint. I haven't seen his face yet, but that's cause he wants to have privacy.
I didn't bother to push it.
I came to this bar to meet up with another immortal. They live off of people's soul pieces. I was the opposite. Their name was.. Well, I never got to know their name. They only told me to be here.
So, I ordered a cocktail and wait.
I hear a shuffle beside me, and I nod. I glanced at the person, and my heart jumped to my throat. They were stunning.. But, why didn't I feel the bolt of pain striking my chest..?
"Hello." Their voice. Their goddamn voice, that's when I knew.. That's when I knew it was him.
Thoughts rushed to my head, making me feel nauseous.
He's the person everyone deemed as soul-stealer? He's the one I fell in love with? Does he even care about me at all? Does he even know it's me he's sitting beside or not??
Then, I spoke up.
"Koi? Hex? Is that really you?"
Koi kept silent, but I knew he was surprised as well.
"You stole my soul piece? Just for you to live on? Is that truly it? Am I going to be another one of your victims to play with?? IS THAT IT?!"
He flinched. He slowly turned to stare at me, eyes wide with sorrow.
I was already looking like a mess, my eyes were watery, my face contorted into a mixture of rage and sadness. How was I supposed to know he was THAT person??
I turned around and ran from him. He stood up, and chased after me.
I didn't remember what happened afterwards.
