Description
Soulmates. Somehow they're real. Angry gods. Mischief. Love. Romance. Forgiveness. I hate every single one of those things, but somehow, their drawings, they brighten up my whole day. We live in a world with soulmates, gods, they created them. Or well, we've always had them, a person that just understands you, someone that you can talk to for hours on end. Someone that makes you realise that there was a piece missing. The gods got angry, made themselves known. They were annoyed with the idiocy of the human race, we had soulmates all along, but we never tried, or even knew, they existed. They were furious that we were trying to hard with the wrong people, they were tired of seeing these people get hurt, forced into toxic relationships. So, that's why the gods decided to have a way that we could communicate with each other. I hate it. I hate the way their drawings in red marker cover my arms. I hate the way they disappear at midnight. I hate it all. That's the gods try at a good idea, a way that we could communicate. I don't want a fucking 'soulmate.' I don't want love. So, please, kindly, fuck off.
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