Forever Bonded
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 1h 25m
Ongoing, First published Jun 28, 2016
He didn't know what these feelings were called...
All he knew is that they were there...
She wasn't looking for a lover...
She only needed a best friend...
Nothing could ever tear them apart...
They became best friends...
Inseparable...
Its as if they are one, but two different people. 
They were total opposites of each other, yet, in a way, exactly the same.
She was the sun.
He was the the moon.
She was green light,
He was red light.
It was as if their whole lives, they were bounded together by the red string of fate.
One couldn't possibly go on without the other. 
One hated not to be in the presence of the other.
Every second away from each other is as painful as death.
They never told each other that they loved each other, because words were needed to be said. 
They already knew.
They're bond could transcend lifetimes.
They are forever bonded.

A story about two best friends, and one heart.
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