Soulmates

6

(2007)

Btw I emailed all of the 25 people's parents with the "if your child had love, clark on their arms then that's how you know" before I pulled her up. So no, I'm not magic, I'm just amazing.

-K

Awh

She squeezed me back. I was at the Aspens' house with my mom, looking at old photos and taking in everything I could. She was super big on art and music and her room showed it. Her parents had kept everything in place, only caring that I put everything back into place and kept it in pristine condition.

"Hey, Clark."

I turned and saw my mom with an open notebook, it felt like a huge invasion of privacy but it had my name on it.

I asked her parents if I could take it and they agreed to it and only it.

I left and told my mom I wanted to walk home. I grabbed my pen out of my pocket and wrote on my arm.

"Passing by your house, I'd appreciate if you came with me. -l,c"

She left a check mark next to it.

I knocked on her door and we walked to the cemetery to visit Jacob. She sat next to him and I went to a nearby bench as I started reading the notebook.

I'm sorry. What if I talk to you and you don't like me? I mean I've already let you down. I should of responded sooner, but it's a lot of pressure to put on someone. This is supposed to be a forever kind of thing? What if you absolutely despise me? Would you just get a new person and I'm left with nobody? That would seem fitting, but I don't want that. I really don't.

Here are the things I want to tell you

-I really really like art. Some of my stuff seems a little emo but it's my way of actually accomplishing something.

-I could listen to music all day. Especially journey. Maybe they'll be one of those bands that tours when they're 80 and we could see them together.

-reading your notes makes me happy, but not a whole lot else does

No, scratch the last one. Leave that out. That's a later after I find out if he likes me kind of thing.

Does he have to like me? I hope he does.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I forgot. Well, I didn't. But I didn't care at the moment. But now I hurt you. I'm sorry. I can't explain it to you, you already probably hate me for doing that.

Kegan wrote on my arm to come over to her. I sat down next to her and closed the notebook.

"Clark, meet Jacob. Jacob, Clark. I know you're both jealous of each other, but you're the two men in my life that mean the most to me." She turned to the tombstone, "Jacob, you'll always be my number one, but Clark is taking care of me now, okay? I love you."

We were both crying now and so we actually hugged because right now our hand thing wasn't enough.

"Hey, uh, Jacob," I started, "I'll take care of Kegan for you... can you say hello to Dianna for me, and tell her that I'm not mad and I love her even though we haven't met?" I'd visit her one day, but each little thing had to happen until I could get up to doing that.

Kegan and I put an arm around each other as the wind made the dead leaves fly around.

"I hope they're taking care of each other for us." She dusted off his stone with her hand a little, not much being on it yet.

My hand turned grey almost immediately from all of the dirt. "I think they are."