Please don't hate me, I understand people don't like Tara being over dramatic, sorry I just type I don't plan anything so... I guess Michael is a handful and Tara gets frustrated easily as everyone can see.
Prepare to take a lot in.
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Tara's POV~
"Tara." I hear a faint husky whisper near me, I turn my body slightly getting a glimpse of Michael.
"I'm sorry, for everything. I hope you know how sorry I am."
"This isn't about you Michael."
"And what? It's about you! It's always about Tara isn't it?" Michael yelled but then lowered his voice trying to stay calm.
"What? No! How could you say that?" I needed to take a chill pill, heck I need a whole bottle of them.
"Then what Tara? Huh?" I watched as he folded his arms together and looked dead ahead.
"Us! Michael! Us! It's about us! It always has been!" I said yelling, my voice going high in the process.
"So all this bullshit that's been going on is about us?" Michael turned and just looked at me, glaring his dark green eyes into my soul.
"I'm always so wrong about you Michael. All we do is fight. How the fuck are we soulmates or whatever, Jesus!" I threw my hands up in the air.
"Maybe the two of us were born to argue, that's just how it is!" He replied.
"Yeah like I'm totally going to believe that!" I chuckled, funny how whenever I don't see him there's no arguing.
"Can we just talk? As human beings?"
"Fine." I snapped.
"So what do you know about this!?" I added, maybe answers will happen this time around.
"I searched online, articles actually come up! It might get confusing but apparently there's only a few of us out there." He started, he sounds somewhat intrigued by all the information.
"You mean other people have this too? We should find them!" My eyes opened wide, yes hopefully more answers.
"Well that's going to be easy, we won't get any answers though."
"What? Why not?" I asked Michael confused, there's others out there but we won't get any answers?
"Tara, they're all dead."
"W-what?" Dead. I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"They call themselves Jumper Hunters, they kill anyone who is like us. We could be the only ones left by now."
"Wait, reverse back. What are we exactly?" That feels weird coming out of my mouth.
"Two people randomly mysteriously meet, they have some sort of connection. A bond over one another," he turned his body and changed his position before continuing. "Believe it or not, there's different 'bonds' the pairs have."
"How so?" I questioned, is this like symptoms?
"Well, there's immediate attraction, they feel like they can only see that one specific person for all eternity. Sparks, like an actually jolt they feel when looking or touching each other. And so-"
"So what's ours?" I speak fast out of curiosity.
"Hatred fighting, it's believed to be the strongest of all of them."
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