❥ Soulmate AU; Where your soulmate gets a mark on his skin, the moment you fall in love with him.

• Semi x Een •

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Semi said three things to me.

And after the three things, he had left the gym.

I am afraid to say that I wasn't sure whether the painful feeling in my chest left at that, or worsened.

All I knew, was that when he left... when his hands slowly slipped away from mine, I felt like the walls separating us not on only got stronger, but had instead come crashing down on me.

Such was the story of me and my soulmate. I wasn't sure I could call it a story in the first place, but I would have liked to believe that we were close.

I couldn't look Semi in the eyes and tell him that I loved him.

I wasn't sure what I could blame this on... it made me realise I was doing the same thing I said people did, in my speech.

It was shameful to admit, but I wanted to put the blame on Semi, because I couldn't bear what he had told me.

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"Your mark hasn't changed, right? That's because I don't love you."

"I don't love myself. How can I love someone else?"

"I'm so sorry, Fujiwara. Your speech was amazing... but I don't believe in soulmates."

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Shoulders slumped, I sit down at my desk and pick out my assignment from English class.

The things Semi had said to me days ago kept on haunting me, and I was so thankful for the mid-term break. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would feel like to see him every day after he had blatantly rejected my genuine feelings.

As I sat in my room, my fingers find their way, scribbling words on the blank notebook on my lap.

Love is like a windup clock.

When it is new, it will give the exact time.

For me, it was amazing how some people can plaster on a smile even when their hearts are broken into a million pieces; because I couldn't even dream of being brave enough to do that.

When the time passes and you forget to wind the springs...

The clock will break and stop.

I was a notebook freak. For my birthdays, my little brother would buy me notebooks and I would keep them in a box under the bed, because they were too beautiful for me to ruin it.

But now, I had found a way to make use of them.

I kept on winding the springs so that it wouldn't stop for a long time...

But what I didn't know was that he had cut the strings way long ago.

The tears would stream down at the most random times, and I could barely hold in the overwhelming feelings that were flooding my heart. My handwriting had started going sloppy towards the end as I continued to scribble on the now half-filled-up paper.

And now... It feels like I have a hole in the middle of my heart like a polo.

Aw crap, I'm so depressed that I'm making poetic shit now. I laugh at how pathetic I had become, holding my knees tight to my body while I tried to hold in the feelings welling up in my heart.

I decided that I was a masochist, when I tapped on my smartphone screen and opened my texts.

It was painful, and yet, I couldn't stop myself from reading what he had texted me, right before I had boarded the train to head back to Tokyo, back home, for my holidays.

'Fujiwara, do you even know anything about me?'

That was the thing that bothered me the most; The fact that I barely knew anything about him, yet I wanted him so badly.

It made me fear how much I would suffer if I ever did learn about him.

The symphony of his music was enough to soothe my heart.

But he does not play it for me; never in this lifetime, at least.

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a/n; gtg k r i

btw i have published a shiratorizawa chatfic, so if anyone is interested, please go ahead and give it a read lolol. shiratorizawa is genuinely my favorite team and i just had to TvT

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