Resistance

[...]Before she could reach halfway to where the two people awaited for her, she was knocked off her feet. The unknown force was enough to make her fall on the sludgy ground, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the contact with the floor, but it never came.
She did, however, feel a pair of arms around her waist, and she feared opening her lids. When she did, however, she was met with a pair of brown eyes staring down at her, worry interlaced within his expression. “Are you okay?” The unknown man whispered, almost inaudibly, but fear had her at a loss for words.
His face was suddenly illuminated by light, and she furrowed her eyebrows. Light poles didn’t exist in the slums, and she hesitantly looked down to where the light was coming from, his gaze following soon after.

There, in the worst place she could possibly imagine, her chest glowed for someone she had never met before. And the part that scared her most was, he had fallen in love for her too.

“I’m Namien.” He smiled at her, setting her on her own shaky legs and grabbing her hand to give
it a soft kiss.

“And I’m apparently your soulmate.”