Whole. Our eyes met and I felt whole. A sense of complete...completeness. His eyes were so wonderfully emotive, something I'd never noticed before. I felt like I was seeing him for the first time. Actually seeing him and everything that he is.

I knew the feeling as soon as it hit me.

Soulmates.

The boy sat at the piano opposite me is my soulmate. The way he looked at me in that moment made me feel so precious, as though I was the only person who mattered in the whole world. And yet he looked so scared, petrified even.

I shake my head, another tear dribbling down my cheek as I try and forget.

That look isn't the look of someone who's just found their soulmate. How long has he known?

The thought makes me angry and worse of all, so unbelievably sad. Did he not want me? Was the meeting of our eyes a horrible accident?

The avoidance of eye contact was now glaringly obvious and I can't believe what an idiot I've been. Clearly he's in love with someone else and I showed up at the most inconvenient moment.

Would he still be avoiding me if we'd never made eye contact? My heart wistfully wishes that the answer is no, but I know differently. My arms curl around myself as I think of school tomorrow, as I think of Kia. Has she known this whole time too?

Undoubtedly she has, but I'm not mad at her. It wasn't her secret to share with me, it was his responsibility to tell me and if he doesn't want me, that's not on her. I feel angry with the world, but ultimately I can't be mad at Kit for not wanting to be with me.

I can be mad at him for not telling me though. Surely I have the right to know that my soulmate wants to be with someone else. The bitterness inside of me wonders who this girl is. The mystery girl that Kia mentions who has managed to steal Kit's heart when I, his soulmate, never could.

I shake my head, trying to push away the ugly thoughts.

I go to bed early and the next morning comes around far too quickly. I decide almost immediately that even though I need answers, I can't face the truth today. The truth can wait another day.

I get dressed sluggishly and make my way to school miserably. I avoid Kia and sigh when I realise that my first class is an hour sat next to the one boy I don't want to see right now.

I slam my locker closed a little too hard and reluctantly enter the classroom. Kit's already there, his head in his hands and I sigh again, wishing I could catch a break.

I sit down silently, keeping my eyes down as I get out my books. I can see Kit look over at me in my peripheral vision but I ignore it. He looks as though he wants to say something but opts to remain silent and I'm glad.

I know it'll hurt me even more, but I can't help it and chance a glance over to where he's sitting.

He looks beyond tired, dark circles lingering beneath his eyes as I wonder whether he got any sleep last night. His clothes are rumpled and his hair even more tousled than usual. His energy is anxious and distressed and I feel uncomfortable knowing I'm the cause.

Class drags on forever and when it finally ends, I throw my things into my bag and leap towards the corridor. But when am I ever that lucky?

"Clara?" His voice brings me to a stop whether I want it to or not.

I don't turn around, merely waiting for what he has to say.

"I owe you an explanation, and an apology at the very least." He says quietly, his voice strained and I grimace.

"I don't want to talk to you." I murmur weakly, not pausing to allow anything else to be said. I think I've said enough.