I sweep through the front door, my mind still littered with memories of this evening and my eyes no doubt glittering from the glory of young love. If I weren't so happy, I'm sure I'd feel quite ill at how annoyingly in love I am.

I've met my soulmate, we have the rest of our lives together and nothing in our...

I stop, my eyes now trained on a letter that lays beneath my feet.

It's nothing special at first glance, but my attention is drawn to the little stamp in the top left hand corner. The return address.

I dive to the floor, my hand scooping the letter up and shoving it in my pocket before I can look at it anymore. I drop my bag and tear up the stairs, thankful that my parents aren't home.

I close the door behind me, my chest heaving as I sink to the floor.

I pull the letter from my pocket and stare at it. I turn it over in my hands, my head hurting with the possibilities, cursing itself for forgetting something like this.

It was months ago, a silly whim. An application to a dance school miles away, a school that I had absolutely no hope of getting into. All that was required was an essay and a video of you dancing. It was a silly dream, nothing more.

I'd sent in my application and very quickly forgotten about it. Until now.

I quietly watch the letter, turning over and over in my long, thin fingers. What does it say? More importantly, what do I want it to say?

My future is already mapped out for me, my life with Kit, my soulmate. I want it to be an apologetic letter, a declination of my application. I nod to myself, a frown etching it's way onto my face.

But that's not what I want at all. It's just a soft whisper but it's there. I want it to say congratulations, I want excitement and endless opportunity and a future so challenging and so uncertain that...

I stop turning the letter.

I couldn't do that. Not to him. How could I ever be without him? It should be illegal to grow so firmly attached to someone so fast.

I put the letter down and frown at it. Baby steps, Clara. Just open it, see what it says, and go from there. No point worrying about leaving your life behind if there's no reason to.

I take a deep breath and open the letter.

I don't exhale, my breath trapped inside my chest as I read the first sentence.

Congratulations. Pleased to tell you. Accepted. Full scholarship.

I drop the letter, my fingers shaking as I shake my head.

"No...no, no, no." I mumble, my fingers reaching out again to read and re-read the letter.

I drop it again, pushing it away from me as I stumble to my feet. My fingers drag through my hair as I pace back and forth.

I force myself to take a deep breath, my hands swinging to and fro as I try and think. My hands come together, my fingers interlacing as I pace.

On the one hand, this is the biggest, most exciting opportunity of my life. I would be crazy not to accept it, right?

Could I do it, though? To leave my heart behind to follow an ambition. Could I do it to Kit? How would he react? Would he be happy for me? Would he hate me?

I whimper quietly to myself at the mere thought of him resenting me. God knows how long he's waited for this, to be with me. How heartless would I have to be to take that away from him now? To take away the precious time we have together.

I love him, I know that I do, how could I possibly leave him behind.

Something taps against my window and I freeze. I watch the window, listening for another sound. Nothing. I exhale, the muscles in my body just beginning to relax as another tap emanates from the window.

I creep forwards, my fingers nudging the curtain aside.

Peering down, I see a shadow below my window. A phone screen illuminates them and my heart swells at the sight of him. Kit.

My smile falters, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. Get it together, Clara.

I grab the letter, stuffing it in my pocket as I wander downstairs and open the door for him.

"Hey." He says gently. I try to smile, try to push down the guilt that's tearing me apart but I can't do it. His voice is so familiar, so comforting to me.

A pathetic sob escapes my chest as I stumble into his embrace, my face tucking itself into his chest so naturally, like I belong here.

He strokes my head, pressing gentle kisses to my forehead as he soothes me.

"Come, lets go for a walk." He murmurs and I nod, not able to meet his eyes.

We walk to the park, his hand in mine and I take the chance to revel once more at how well they fit together. His grasp is sturdy, reliable. He won't ever let go of me, he'll always be there to catch me. The thought makes me want to cry all the more.

He leads me to a bench and we sit, the sun fast setting behind the trees in front of us.

"You know you can tell me anything." He says quietly, his face still passive but his eyes searching mine.

I can't ever get over how beautiful his eyes are.

I nod, my eyes drifting back to my hands laid haphazardly in my lap.

"I can feel it. Whatever it is, it's eating away at you, that's why I'm here. You don't have to be afraid to talk to me, I know I'm not always easy to talk to but we'll make it work." He says, his voice quiet but confident and I sigh.

I reach into my pocket and draw out the letter. Crumpled and torn at the corner, I hold it in my hands, hesitant.

I close my eyes and offer it to him.

He reads it silently, his breathing never once faltering. I keep my gaze straight ahead, not daring to look at his face. The paper crumples suddenly and I look over, watching as he delicately straightens out the letter. His fingers nimbly smooth out the corners, unfolding the creases.

He then folds it neatly, places it between us and engulfs me in his arms.

My eyes can't hold back the tears anymore and I begin to sob, my fingers desperately clutching at Kit's jumper. He scoops me up and draws me onto his lap, his hand cradling my head as he holds me.

"Why are you crying, baby?" He asks, his voice so gentle that it makes me sob harder.

"I can't. I can't go, I can't be without you, but..." I blub, cutting myself off as I gasp for breath unattractively. He soothes me, holding me tight until my sobs are little hiccups.

"But you want to go." He finishes, his voice so strong and calm.

I shake my head hopelessly, knowing that I'm not fooling either of us. He sighs, the air still and quiet and I freeze in anticipation.

"The first time I ever saw you, you were on a stage. You captivated me and in that one moment, I knew I was a goner. I knew that nothing would compare for as long as I should live. You move me." He murmurs, his lips just millimetres from my ear and I shiver, smiling at the fondness in his voice.

"You have a gift and clearly, I'm not the only one who's noticed," He adds, chuckling before tentatively continuing.

"My role as your soulmate is to support you. You won't ever have to choose between me and something you love because there's no competition. There's no decision that you can make that would drive me away. Whatever you decide, we'll make it work." He finishes, his fingers gently prying my chin away from my chest, his eyes searching for mine.

When our eyes connect, he smiles, his head ducking down to place the gentlest of kisses on my mouth. He tucks my head back under his chin and continues to hold me, content to wait until I'm ready.

I shut my eyes, breathing in the scent of him and holding it close.

My inner turmoil has all but ceased and I curse Kit. It would be so much easier if he would ask me to stay, to beg me not to leave him. He'd never do that to me, though. I can feel the ache that we both share in our hearts, the thought that the next few years will be the hardest of our lives.

They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, and I can only hope that that is true.

"Thank you. I don't deserve you, I don't deserve you to be so understanding and so kind and..." Kit cuts me off, his lips moulding to mine and I sigh, melting against him as I wind my arms around him.

"You deserve the world." He murmurs, kissing me again.

He pulls away reluctantly, glancing back at the letter. The start date for term is only weeks away and the thought crushes me.

He grabs the letter, tucks it into his back pocket and lifts me up. I squeal as I clutch onto him, laughing at his expression.

"It seems a congratulations is in order." Kit murmurs and I grin.

"What do I get?" I ask cheekily and he laughs.

"The ride of your life." He mumbles.

My cheeks flush and I'm just about to hit him when he throws me into the air. I scream, my heart hammering in my chest as I fall back into Kit's arms. I clutch at him with a vice like grip as he gasps with laughter.

"That was not funny. Do not do that again." I mutter and he nods, a sly grin still on his face.

He gently lowers me to the ground and I smile, not willing to let go of his hand just yet.

We walk home in peaceful silence, the both of us in quiet contemplation. I know that this has to be hard on him, and whilst he's not showing it outwardly, I can feel the devastation at the prospect of being apart.

He returns me to my door safely and I smile weakly.

"Don't give me that look." He says, his thumb gliding over my cheek as he hands me my letter back.

"Celebrate this," He says, placing the letter in my hand.

"It doesn't happen everyday." He adds and I shake my head.

"Neither does meeting your soulmate." I state quietly.

"Our paths were destined to cross. Not just once, but an infinite number of times. Our lives are woven together. You can't get rid of me." He says simply and I smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

I nod, watching him go before glancing down at the future laying in my hands.