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♤ Relapse | Norton Campbell

Short Oneshot: Soulmate Au

In a different universe, time, and place, wishing upon a star would've felt far better than sulking beneath the indigo cloudless sky. It rained of crystal sparkles of the night in arrays like jewels. Beautiful and mesmerizing, they painted the darkness in twinkling hues. They represented many wishes that people had made, an endless supply of desires circling the world as each and everyone of them wander without being fulfilled. After all, they were nothing but childish hopes. But, meeting your soulmate couldn't be a wish could it? Was it more of a desire? Or a mere longing? To be soul-bounded by fate, one would think it would feel wonderful to know that everyone has someone they were made for. 

Except you saw the truth of this fate...

Being bounded to the person never meant they would like you at the start, or even at all. Perhaps, the person that was said to be with you, was never meant to be with you in the beginning. Believing the lies that had guaranteed a happily ever after, the truth that had been hidden was more of an inevitable force to be reckoned with. Love had come with patience, and yet some had experienced it without the feeling of their soulmates. Some might even suggest that fate cursed them to feel the pull to a person not from their choice.

In your situation, you had chosen to love your soulmate. But to cherish him, was to feel anything but reciprocated feelings.

The soft silky sheets had laced with your body, and even as the warmth spread around your torso, the coldness was still bitter. It had been frozen to the touch, the chill sending a massive pain around the chest. They had said love was beautiful, but you had experienced everything but happiness. It was rather cut short, the fond feeling of being with the one had been incredibly wonderful– while it lasted. As unfortunate as it sounds, the world never had revolved around your own, spinning in a circle whilst watching as the rest of the inhabitants found their happily ever after. So where did you fit in that? Why must of all people, had you experienced it? Selfish as it sounded, was it wrong to question the future that had been forced? 

The echoes of the confession had rung louder than church bells, and the words that had slipped out of their mouth had only sounded dreadful. Each word felt like the prick of a needle, the sharp end had plunged inside thin skin, bleeding out nothing but the odor of melancholy. It had happened so fast to comprehend the sentences of devotion to the receiver, and only after they had accepted, did you become overwhelmed. You were supposed to be happy for them, especially when your friend had found their match made in heaven. However, how exactly could you feel elated when the only person who you had been destined with, is taken?

Selfish.

You wanted to sink within the sheets of the bed, mattress to swallow every limb that laid on top. Had wished the pain inside would fade away, and yet wished for it to stay at the same time. Those who are selfish deserve to suffer, you say. But as much as you had planned to take all the feelings of guilt and sorrow, it was all too much. 

"I'm sorry, but I love someone else," were the words that had fatally been used to poison the ears, his voice delicate as possible to leave as less pain as he could. But being rejected had already hurt more than the tone of rejection. Norton Campbell was never supposed to be with you, even if the red strings had declared so. His heart had yearned for someone else, and there is no way to change that. You accepted the truth, and as much as it was painful to see it, he had grown to he happy. He was with the person he dearly loved– and maybe he had been more brave to go against the call of fate that yourself had failed to move from. You should he happy, and even with trying to convince yourself, it was hard to just lay eyes on their figures.

"Good morning," Norton had passed by, his face had enlightened the days as always whenever he was around. He had quickly walked away however, towards a few rooms further. He wasn't here to see you, but nonetheless still had manners. He wasn't much of a cretin, but the awkward tension between the both of you had reeked of a silent understanding of what had happened a day before still made a huge impact. He had pitied the maiden, and even with an apology, his feelings were to never be able to be given back.

Barely giving a reply, you had briskly entered the dining room, afraid that any tear would fall. But hiding behind the bowl that was set in front of you was not helping. You ate as silent as you had ever, and everyone had begun to notice. But they knew why, which was why not a single word had escaped their mouths. To mess with a broken heart was impulsive, and given the situation, having to deal with a soulmate was more of a sensitive topic. Nonetheless, at the very end of the table had held sadness, while only across, had emitted laughter and love.

But as long as he was happy, you forced a smile. It shouldn't be about you, because in truth, you didn't deserve him in the first place. So here you were, running back to the very place the confession was made– in the garden full of flora. The flowers had bloomed earlier this spring, and even with the scent of euphoria, you were weeping. The tears became much like waterfalls, and blending with the city of plants, the single flower sat as she relapsed from a string of fate shredded by sharp scissors....