Soulmates

2-**Trigger Warning**

(2005)

Dear Clark,

I'm sorry.

It was the first time that they had sent me anything. I was amazed as the words appeared on my skin magically. It was just as amazing as I thought it would be, but it took me a minute to process what it said.

I grabbed the nearest pen and started writing, but of course the ink was jammed. I scribbled on a blank piece of paper, not caring that it was actually my final draft of my essay. Oh well, I could always rewrite it. My heart was racing.

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Dear Soulmate,

What for?

Oh my gosh, I'm not mad at you. I'm so sorry if you remember what I wrote. That was an accident and I was angry so I didn't mean it, I don't hate you, you didn't do anything!

Who are you? What's your name? I really want to talk to you.

You there?

Love, Clark

I wanted to write a novel, but I didn't want to scare them away. It was the first time in 6 long years that they had written anything.

What were they sorry for? Not responding? I was upset about them but I would forgive them of course. We would spend our whole lives together, after all.

Why weren't they responding?

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Dear Soulmate,

Okay, I get what the apology was for.

...

Listen. It's okay. It hurts, but I can't feel it like I know you can.

I could feel it happening, but I can't feel it now, but I know you can.

Are you okay? I know that's probably the last thing that you want to hear, but I'm here.

...

Please, you don't have to be alone.

Love, Clark

The slits on my wrist stung. I wanted more than anything to find them, to ask them why. I couldn't stand knowing that someone who was supposed to be so important to me was so upset.

I didn't know who this person was, but I loved them. But I was completely useless.

Suddenly the pause made sense.

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Dear Clark,

I could feel the tears as they streamed down your face, so don't pretend that it's okay.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to hurt you.

Just myself.

I won't bother you anymore, I'll just stay hollow.

The cuts on my wrists stung very slightly. I know that they were way more painful to them than me. I didn't want them thinking that they were going through this alone.

I started cleaning off the words on my arms. My writing covered every surface and so I needed a blank slate to write on.

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Dear Soulmate,

Please, just let me help you.

Love, Clark

It took me too long to wash off my arms, I needed to stop using sharpie. I grabbed a pen and told them that I love them.

I wanted them to know I was there for them, that they could go to me for anything. We were made for each other, after all. I saw my parents, how the two of them took on each other's problems and made it so that neither of them had to do anything alone, I wanted my soulmate to know that I would be that for them. They would never need to be alone.