Just A Name
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A lil soulmate AU Johnlock fic :>
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And of course, many of those in this small minded population are plagued by the fear of having the color of their soulmates name change, no matter if they've met or not.
Redder than blood when they're harmed and at deaths door. Black as night when you've truly lost them.
Idiots.
Who fears losing someone they may never meet?
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