Soul Thought

Changes to the Soul

Changes to the soul

I don’t remember screaming, but I was certain the noise wasn’t coming from Karter.

He barged into the room, eyes taking in my figure on the floor by the bed, the blood soaked sheets. He didn’t waste a second before falling to the ground, his posture mirroring my own before pulling me into his arms, crushing my head against his chest listening to his heart beat, his hands on my back soothingly, but no amount of comfort could stop the grief pooling in my heart.

The front of his shirt was soaked from tears I didn’t remember shedding. His fingers touched my chin, lightly, but forcing me to look up at him. His eyes were red and a mirror of my own, and his eyes searched mine – waiting for there to be some kind of permission given, but I wasn’t even able to give that much.

His lips crashed onto mine, and I couldn’t help thinking he wasn’t as gentle as I thought he was going to be, his lips didn’t seem to fit mine in any way shape or form, and though I know he was trying to reach me through our supposed soul-bond, my grief had firmly settled around my heart – constricting with every breath. 

Karter pulled back on looked at me, his fingers caressing my own until he gave up, not sure of what he could do for me. To be fair to him, he had done everything by the book; soul-mates were meant to be able to share almost any feeling through their bond. But he didn’t really understand what I was beginning to understand; I had changed.

In the last ten minutes, I had begun to accept my powers. They were no longer something I wanted to hide from or be afraid of. Karter sat there staring at me as my core shifted – my mother was dead, and I had a feeling it was my fault. I knew I couldn’t sit there much longer, but a plan was already forming in my mind, whoever killed her said they would be back, and I was betting they weren’t planning on much of a fight from a seventeen year old girl.

I gripped Karter’s hand, flipping it over so that his palm was upwards, showing him what I already knew, the scars that were mine that had been reflected on his body for so long had disappeared, and I was betting any other scars that he had received while being connected me had also disappeared.

We were no longer connected because I was a different person now. How could something like this not change me? As we watched Karter received a large purple bruise on his upper arm – a remnant from his new soul-mate I would bet since I didn’t have a bruise like that myself.

“What?” Karter whispered, looking at me and then at himself.

I stood up on shaky legs and Karter followed unease plain on his features. I ran my hand through my hair – how did you break up with someone who was meant to be your one-and only? Your fated other half?

“Karter, we’re not bound any more. This has changed me and we’re no longer compatible. You should go, try to find your girl.” I stated easily, trying to push him out of the house as fast as I could.

I couldn’t bear having him near if this murderer came back; I had enough on my mind without having to try to protect him as well. Karter glanced at me apprehensively, trying to read my features which I had masked into absolute neutrality.

 Karter struggled internally for a few moments, trying to war with what he thought was the right thing to do and the opportunity to find the love of his life. After a moment, it was clear which side had won, Karter gave a slight, worried wave as he headed for the front door. I waited with baited breath inside until I heard the car pulling away and the noise of the engine disappeared completely.

I realised my breath, I hadn’t realised how much I wanted to get rid of him until he was gone. I looked back momentarily on the time I had spent with him – stealing food and clothes, not having anything in common. It really surprised me how we had come to be bonded in the first place, maybe he was always meant to be my first and maybe I was always meant to outgrow him.