At the age of 18 you find your soulmate. Not in person, Not through the internet but through your mind.
Mind reading? No, More as if Telepathy. I'm sure you're ready to dive right in by why not start at age 16?
"Alia?" A shouts of a girl's name came from the bottom of the spiral staircase. Her mother's soft voice. A women the age of 36, skinny yet fit. Standing at the height of 5'7 with flowing silver hair.
"Yes?" Her music suddenly stopped. She patiently waited for her moms response. She sat cris-cross on her bedroom floor and her brown hair in a messy bun.
"Come here please, Someone is here for you"
Her head tilted. "For me?" She whispered to herself. "Y-Yeah I'll be right there!" She stood to and looked to herself into he mirror. She threw on her hoodie to cover up her paint filler tank top and skipped down the stairs.
A tall skinny man In a suit stood before me at the bottom of the steps. My mom was chatting untill I caught his eye and her turned to me. "Ah, Alia. This is Jacob."
"H-Hi?" I belted out over my fear of new faces.
"Hello-" His voice, So deep and masculine. I honestly got more frightened. "-Im Jacob, I'm here from the Institution of Arts. I've looked over your work and I'm fairly impressed of your work as a 16 year old. I wanted to come talk to you myself"
"Oh, Well thank you.."
"My pleasure, Say do you have any pieces not seen by the world yet?"
I looked to mom and she nodded at me as if it was okay to show him. "Yes, Sir." I turned around on the stairs and heard mom show him to the living room. I walked fast to my closet.
"This one? No.. no this one! No! Alia, where is it?" She dropped the painting and dropped to the floor on her stomach. She looked under her bed and there is lye.
Her piece she had first ever done, She was praised over back in eight grade by her family and friends. Tho it may be dark it was a beautiful oil painting.
She pulled it to her and ran down the stairs but stopped at the last step to catch her breath and look into the living room. There the man sat. Discussing me to my mother.
I trotted into the room holding the painting to my chest. "Ah, Alia. Care to share?" He pointed to my chest and I nodded turning the painting around.
"My oh my...-" He paused. "The details. Shading. overall beauty. When was this painted?"
"My eighth grade year" The painting was two hands roped up with a flower out of the tip of her pointer finger (The cover to the book) The small details of rope fraying, the lines in the hands and the accuracy of the flower, just looks to real.
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I hope you guys enjoyed my first chapter 💗 It was something new that I'm trying. I happen to have Tik Tok and saw a POV where someone can hear their soulmate at the age of 18 though telepathy. So I choose to put my own twist on it!
If you guys have you're own suggestions feel free to share!
Hopefully I can upload once a week, I shall see how much free time I have. My birthdays comming up.
