All the Ways to Love You

The Soulmate Mark (Part 2 of 2)

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Will already had a bad feeling when he started reading the sixth book. And the bad feeling grew stronger, creeping as ice cold feeling in his vein as he read how Harry and Dumbledore were on the top of the Astronomy Towers.

Once he read how Snape cast the curse, Will put the book aside.

He knew it. He knew that it's going to happen.

Still, it hurt.

And Will could not help but to blame his soulmate.

He knew that technically, no, it was not his soulmate's fault that Dumbledore died.

But the mark that connected them was the reason why Will spent two years worrying about someone's death without really knowing who that someone was. And it were the words that he would hear from his soulmate that made him could not fully enjoy the Harry Potter series.

So yeah. Will sort of hating his soulmate now.

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Nico was already upset about Cedric Diggory's death. He got more upset when Sirius Black died. When he was reading the sixth book, he started having bad feeling when Dumbledore got so terribly sick after drinking that damn potion. The bad feeling turned even worse into nauseating feeling when Dumbledore and Harry were on the Astronomy Power. He had a brief moment of hope when Malfoy became hesitant, but then Snape showed up.

Then Snape cast the spell.

Nico threw the book away, and screamed into his pillow.

Dumbledore died, and he hated it.

It's been 8 years since he was just a 15 year-old boy who just found the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Now one of the most important element of that world was just...gone.

And it fucking hurt.

Nico screamed his frustration again into his pillow.

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Will checked his phone to see the time. He knew he was early. Cecil would not be here in this café until at least another thirty minutes. But one of his classes just got canceled, a very rare occasion to happen in med school.

Will pulled out his notebook and a folder from his bag. Since he started med school two years ago, he knew that it took even more hard work than premed. Spending some spare time doing assignments would always help if he didn't want to get overwhelmed by his study.

He started doing his assignments for his pharmacology class, and not even ten minutes later, he already got absorbed in it.

He vaguely heard footsteps and the sound of people chattering coming closer to the table where he was sitting by the window. He lifted his head up. Three guys were walking towards the row of tables. One of them was tall with blond hair, another one was also roughly the same height as the blond one, but with jet black hair. The other one was the shortest, with dark hair and wearing a black aviator jacket. Will looked down back at his notes. From the noises and the movement close to him, he knew that those three guys were taking their seats on the table next to him. He was absently tapping the tip of his pen to his chin, reading his notes when he overheard one of the guys that just came in started talking.

"So, what do you guys think about that latest Harry Potter book?"

Will finished reading that book two days ago, but the bitter feeling of reading about Dumbledore's death was still quite fresh in his mind. He slowly turned his head to the table next to him.

The guy with the black jacket groan, and he said it. He said the words that have been haunting Will's life for 10 years.

"Man, I can't believe Dumbledore died."