Soulmates
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  • Reads 15
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 1
  • Time 3h 9m
Ongoing, First published Mar 17, 2023
In an extraordinary world where everyone has a unique connection that brings them closer to their soulmate, is everything quite as magical as we believe?

Or

In an extraordinary world where everyone has a unique connection that brings them closer to their soulmate, will a broken leg bring Corbyn closer to his?

Disclaimer: This story contains topics that may be triggering such as, depression, attempted suicide, self-harm, and other sensitive topics. If any of these topics may trigger you please don't read or be careful reading. If you find anything in this book offensive or inaccurate please inform me quickly. I do not wish to harm or offend any readers. Please stay safe reading!




P.S I wrote this two years ago and decided to finish and post it for old times sake. I no longer write in 1st pov and I deeply hate my writing skill shown in this story, however, it was iconic so... here it is!


Also I only proofread the first chapter-
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*Strong Language* "there are three words I roll over and over in my mouth, they have a terrible taste and smell of heartache but I can't seem to spit them out . They just continue to burn. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you." I said softly "I can fix this" I shook my head at his response "you fool me each and every time into thinking you care. That maybe this time we could be the perfect pair but then you open my message and don't reply and leave me just wondering why I'm incapable of love" He went to say something but I didn't give him a chance "how terribly tragic is it that someone's heart can be so shattered that they no longer even find the beauty in existing" by this time he had dropped to the floor on his knees with tears spilling out of his eyes "that they rather just endure the split second pain of a bullet wound to release a lifetime of aching in their soul" "we can try again, I love you isn't that enough?!" he pleaded "the history of us has already faded. There are a few witnesses left able to recall. Yet it is still vivid in my mind. The touch of you, the taste of you, the colours of your soul"