String - Analogical

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SOULMATE SEPTEMBER

Day 7 : There is a string tied around your pinky that only you can see, the end of it leads to your soulmate.

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Virgil sat there on his bed, watching the red string tied to his finger as it vibrated, jotting down yet another message from his soulmate. He had started receiving them almost two years before, initially he thought it was just his significant other, moving around and tensing the string making it vibrate, but it didn't take him long to actually realize it was morse code.

The messages were never anything crazy, always something along the lines of "hope you have a good day" or "good night", or random little facts like "Shakespeare was the one to invent the name Jessica."

He had always longed to respond but his anxiety always held him back because what if his soulmate didn't like him? What if they hated him for not giving him an answer for that long? What if they found him annoying or boring?

Contrary to what his brain made him believe though, Logan never really minded the lack of answer; sure, from time to time he would get bummed but he never jumped to a conclusion and always thought that his partner could have been maybe a little anxious or just very reserved. He never in a million years would have wanted to force them into something the other wasn't ready for, and after a while he just stopped waiting for an answer.

And that is exactly why, the very moment his string started to slightly, almost hesitantly vibrate, he nearly didn't realize; his eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise as only one small message came through.

"Hey."

And his heart skipped a beat.

I'm sorry guys, I know this is disgustingly short, but I'm writing this at 3 am with not much time one my hands. I hope you can still enjoy it! Next one will be longer!

Bye,

Ali c:

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