Christmas passes quietly and uneventfully. Kia and I don't have a huge extended family and most of the family that are still alive live hundreds of miles away. I so badly wanted to give Clara something special, to share this holiday with her. I settled for staring at her picture for an embarrassingly long period of time.

Kia gifted me a small silver bracelet and on the inside, engraved, was the name 'Clara'. I admired how sneakily she'd planned her gift and I actually love it. I haven't taken it off since I put it on and it feels nice to wear a small tribute to my soulmate.

I had gotten Saskia a new bag that she's been coveting for a while, and I got Clara a gift too. It was stupid, especially when I don't know when I'll be in the right place to give it to her, but I couldn't help it.

I'd seen it in a small Christmas market stall and had to get it for her. It's a beautifully detailed glass ballerina ornament and it's almost identical to the way she looked in her ballet recital. It's small and it didn't cost very much, but it reminded me of her.

I glance at the small blue box, still wrapped and tied up in ribbon, waiting to be given to its rightful owner.

I'm almost looking forward to school starting again when I realise just what that means. Clara will be starting at our school in just a few days. My soulmate will be within heart-stopping meters of me everyday.

My blood pressure can't handle this.

I attend orchestra practice that evening with an even more nervous energy than usual and Ollie notices it almost immediately.

"Dude. What is up with you today? Blondie turn you down or something?" He whispers conspicuously and I hush him quickly, causing him to smirk.

"Just ask her out already, it's not like she's your soulmate or anything." He continues, laughing to himself. He stops suddenly and turns to look at me, his head tilted in a bird-like way.

"She's...not your soulmate, right?" He asks quietly and I swallow, glancing at the keys beneath my hands as I weigh up whether to lie and if I'll get away with lying.

"Of course she's not, you think I'd have gotten away with it this long if we were soulmates? One look is all it takes." I say confidently, my anxiety raising my defences for me.

He nods pensively and shrugs, leaning over to pat me on the shoulder in a way that I can only think to be apologetic.

"Hello little swan songs! I hope you had a lovely false Christmas as Christ was actually born in March! I hope everyone is ready to start something new this year! Oh, Tom is that a new viola? It's divine. Sasha pass these round will you?" Brian says, waltzing round the room in a hideous snowman sweater vest. He tosses the sheet music and Sasha miraculously catches the stack, passing it round obediently.

I'm pleasantly surprised when I read the title and find myself familiar with this piece of music. Experience by Einaudi is a beautiful, if somewhat difficult piece but what strikes me more than anything else is the power struggle between the violins and the piano. My hands tremble at the thought of playing so closely with Clara, the feeling almost intimate in nature.

We play through it slowly and I find myself falling in love with the gentle softness of my introduction. I open and close this piece and to have so much spotlight on me is a bit overwhelming, however the spotlight doesn't stay on me for long. The more I listen to the piece, I think of it less as a power struggle and more of a harmonious clash of two complete opposites. I glance over to Clara, my complete opposite and smile. In my eyes, this song is perfect.

The violins need some practice and I want to be hitting these keys just right. Brian insists that we work on it at home and come back to it next week and I can't wait. He even talks of reshuffling the orchestra layout just for this piece for dramatic effect and I roll my eyes.

I stuff the sheet music into my bag carefully at the end of rehearsals and bolt out of the room, keen to get home and get this note perfect.

This song is for us, I'm convinced of it. It has to be perfect.