Death Boy POV

I wake up alone the next morning, Will isn't in the rocking chair next to my bed like he always is. My fingers graze my wrist, a subconscious gesture that has become a habit over the years. It is then that I realize I need to reach out to my soulmate. I have to find them.

Hey, the writing says, the words appearing as if they were written with a delicate touch. I was wondering... if it'd be okay with you if... I think I'm in love with somebody else. Are you there? By the way, my name is Will, in case you happen to know me.

A surge of conflicting emotions floods through me as I read his words. Part of me wants to smudge away the writing, to pretend I didn't see it and protect myself from the heartache that awaits. But another part of me, the part that longs for honesty and connection, urges me to respond. I reach for a nearby sharpie, my hand trembling slightly as I prepare to leave my own mark.

Don't write in yellow, dumbass, and no, I don't. I lie hastily, my frustration evident in every stroke of the marker. Will deserves better than my anger and bitterness, even if he is in love with someone else.

A whirlwind of emotions engulfs me as I realize the implications of my hastily written response. I don't care who he loves. I tell myself, trying to convince my heart that it doesn't matter. But deep down, I know the truth. I care. I care more than I ever thought possible. And as the weight of my unrequited love settles upon me once again, I can't help but wonder if there will ever be a day when my heart finds peace.

Tears well up in my eyes as I struggle to process the depth of my emotions. I yearn for the chance to hold Will in my arms, to tell him how I truly feel. But I am trapped within the confines of fate, shackled by the knowledge that he will never be mine. It feels as though I am teetering on the edge of a precipice, caught between the love I have for Will and the harsh reality that he belongs to someone else. But it doesn't. his heart belongs to me. I am his soulmate. Not her. Who ever she is. I ask him what her name is. He responds simply with. It's a him. Sorry to disappoint you, but I love who I love, and no one can do anything about it. He still didn't tell me his name, but I don't need it now. Will is gay, and before he makes a stupid mistake, I have to tell him how I feel. I get up, out of bed, and head out to the green to find Will.