Eight souls

As you close your eyes, you hear something. Someone. A whisper in the distance.

"Can you hear me?"

No, you don't want this. Not now, not ever.

"Where are you?"

You're not here. You're not. You're Invisible.

"Are you safe?"

You were until today.

"Please answer me if you can hear me. I need to know that you're okay."

The voice says, stronger, more clearly. But you don't want to answer, you don't even know how.

"We're soulmates."
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