Soulmate
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A soulmate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity.
They aren't literally supposed to be a soul... Right?
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"Listen, dude." I rubbed my hands over my face. "I don't get a single thing you just said and I'm not interested either. So I politely ask you to leave." I plastered a smile on my face.
"Naw." My jaw clenched.
"Excuse me?"
"You are the only one who can see me. So naw, I'm not going anywhere." I blinked my eyes and tried to process his words, but remained blank.
"I'm the only one who can see you?" He bobbed his head. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself because this guy wasn't making any sense. "Leave my apartment or else I'll throw you myself."
"Fortunately, that's something you can't do." He grinned.
"Why?"
"Because you can't touch me."
I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows and cracked my knuckles. "This is your last warning, Finlay." I glowered and narrowed my eyes, trying to intimate him. "Leave."
His lips stretched into a full grin, showing off his swoon-worthy dimples. "You're going to hurt yourself."
"We'll see about that!" I yelled and launched myself at him.
Instead of tackling him on the ground, as I imagined in my mind, I flew through him into the living room.
"OPH!" I groaned as I landed on my face on the floor. I rolled on my back and rubbed my chest.
F**k!
"Are you ok?" Finlay came and crouch down next to me.
"What the..." I sat on the ground and frowned as I stared at him.
"I told you..."
I ignored him and hesitantly held my hand in front of him and pressed it against his chest. My eyes bugged out of my sockets when I saw my hand go past him and came out of his back.
"That tickles." He chuckled, and that was the last thing I remember before I faint.
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