A boy sat at the edge of his bed, clutching a framed photo of his sister. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his chest ached from the emptiness. He whispered to the photo, as if she could hear him.

"Rowan, why did you have to leave me alone? It feels as though the world is against every breath I take. I~i don't know if I can survive without your comforting and urging. You've always told me not to give up, but what's the point? If I don't have you, if I don't have our parents, then what's the point?" A trickle of tears rolled down his cheek, stinging his eyes in the process.

He remembered the day he had received the news. His parents had come home with somber faces, holding each other's hands. They had told him Rowan had died in an accident at her school, Rider Academy. She had been one of the best students there, a star athlete, a brilliant person, a kind soul. She had been his idol, his mentor, and most importantly, his sister.

He refused it at first, thinking it was some cruel joke. But then he had seen the letter the school had sent them, and seen the memorial service. But it still felt so surreal. How was Rowan gone? 

He had felt a surge of anger, grief, and guilt. He blamed himself, regretted not telling her that he loved her. He had blamed the academy for taking her away from him. He had blamed the world for being so unfair, for leaving him alone in this place, in this state. Rowan was supposed to guide him, but where was she now? Gone. She can't guide him now.

He had shut himself up, refusing to eat or drink, refusing to even live. He had only the photo of Rowan to keep him company, the photo that showed her smiling face, her bright eyes, her raven hair. The photo that reminded him of what he had lost, and what he would never have again.

While he was grieving, a rare and beautiful being was born. A life destined for him. She had snow-white fur that shimmered in the light, and a pair of feathered wings that sprouted from her back. She had intelligent blue eyes that sparkled with curiosity and mischief. She had a special connection with a boy she had never met, a boy who needed support, support she could give. 

She knew she had a purpose, a mission, a destiny. She knew she had to find him and to love him. She knew he was waiting for her, somewhere, somehow. She knew he needed her, as much as she needed him.

She was Pyxera, and she was his soulmate.

Author here!

If the line at the start confused you, this line    ----->

 "You've always told me not to give up, but what's the point? If I don't have you, if I don't have our parents, then what's the point?"

The main character isn't saying he doesn't have parents. He's just saying that he couldn't bear the thought of what would happen if he lost his parents as well. If he lost his whole family, he would give up on life completely.

Just a little clarification. If you are reading this, thank you! ❤