Soulmate AU where instead of your soulmate’s first words to you written on your skin. It’s their last words you hear them say so you don’t know who your soulmate is until you lose them.
Imagine generic last words like “did you get the mail?” “I’ll be down in a minute!” “Have you seen my cell phone?” so every time the mundane happens your blood runs cold.
When you know you’ll hardly know them at all “What’s your name?” “Do you have Facebook?” “That will be $3.95 with tax.” Because it’s one thing to lose them and know too late, but it’s something much crueler to never know them at all
Imagine being the parent of someone with “did you do the homework?” “My mom said yes!” “I really hate P.E” because you know it will happen young. You know you can’t protect them.
People with horrifying ones like “don’t close your eyes!” “I don’t think we’re alone” “Didn’t you lock the door?” because they’ll be there when something horrible happens and there’s no way to prepare for that.
Imagine what your OTP’s wrists might say.
SOULMATES? - Chelsey
To this day, I don’t believe soulmates are real. Who needs a soulmate anyway? Why we have the words there, I will never know. There is so much to be happy with and for without ever needing that silly old soulmate. The words that appear on your arm are just that. Words. I mean, really, I am 65 years old. I am married. I have 4 children and have been happily married for 46 years. If a soul mate was real, I am sure that I would have met them by now. I would have lost them already as well.
How do I know that? Well, my dear, that would be because the words that stare at me from my wrists are “What’s your name?” I don’t go out. I have my shopping delivered. I make all my meals at home because the man I love is unable to leave the house. I need to be here for him. The children are grown and have left us. We don’t even have a nurse come in because I am still fully capable of taking care of the health of my husband and myself.
So, I ask again. Who needs a soulmate? All my children are still happy, even with having lost the one that they ‘were supposed to be with’ or for that matter thinking that maybe on a shared deathbed, the words will match the one they love. Poppycock if you ask me. Let them have the dream, I guess. If nothing else, it makes them happy to think about it. I don’t foresee meeting anyone new except the mortician and I hope I don’t meet him for many years to come.
As I stir my coffee and stare out the kitchen window, the memories of a time when things were simple flood my brain. A time when I worried that I would not find love. A time when everyone who asked my name made my heart jump and sink in the same small moment. I finally just wore down. I decided that the world wouldn’t stop because of the writing on my wrist so why should I? I have lived that way since. Now the words mean nothing. Nothing more than the ticking of a clock, or the beating of a bird’s wing. It just is.
The days were warm back then. Back when I was young, time was endless, and the cares were the farthest thing from my mind. That is when I met Him. Oh, he was perfect. At least to me. But you know how old coots can’t remember every detail and everything is seen through rose-colored glasses. Oh, but to me he was handsome. His bright blue eyes that could look straight to your soul and hold you captive. His laughter was infectious, deep, and rumbling, but soothing like the comfort of a warm blanket. When I thought of him, I could only smile like a dim-witted child. His strong arms wrapped around me while he held me. His soft lips, ever so gentle as we kissed in the moonlight in the dissipating heat of a summer night. Knowing that my family didn’t fully approve of him only made the days we were together all the better.
Those days slowly changed. Oh, they didn’t leave me, nor did he. But kisses stole in passing changed to goodnight make-out sessions. Simple laughter became inside jokes. His arms around me stayed through the night, not just for a kiss or hug. Soon, his arms twirled me around the floor as I wore a white gown and my daddy cried. His kiss was gentle and meant forever. My family may not have fully learned to love him, but they didn’t outright hate him anymore either. He became my world. It didn’t take him long to expand my world either. Soon our arms filled and so did our hearts. Together we raised our 4 children. Who now were grown and getting on their way to giving us grandchildren!
Oh, those days passed by so quickly. Now those blue eyes are closed a lot more than they used to be. But they still shine like the stars when he smiles. His laugh isn’t as deep. His breath doesn’t come as easily as it used to. It is still nice to get him to chuckle at our inside jokes. His arms grow weak with age, but he still wraps me in them every night, even when I come to bed long after he has. His lips still pucker to kiss me every time I walk by, and I will gladly lean over and match his lips with mine. Oh, what a life we have lived. Who needs to fill their life with worry over finding a soulmate when you can love the one you are with as if the world revolves around them? I think I prefer my love to your soulmate.
Lost in thought, I almost miss the sound of shuffling feet behind me as my love makes his way into the kitchen.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I yell as I notice that not only is he up out of his chair without help, but he is without his walker or any walking assistance, which is dangerous with the tile floor of the kitchen. “Let me get you a chair. Don’t move! Stay still!” I say, frantic because I don’t want to see him hurt in any way. As I turn to grab the chair, I hear it. A sickening, heavy, uncontrolled, thud.
“NO!” I cry out as I run to him and start to assess the pain he might be in as well as see if he is awake and aware, grabbing my cell phone out of my back pocket as I drop to my knees beside him. “Open your eyes love. Open your eyes for me! Please!” I beg. As his heavy eyelids creep open to look up at me, and the tears pool in my eyes, I see his soft lips part as if to speak.
“Wow.” He starts to speak. His breath barely coming across his lips. “You are beautiful.” He whispers as I watch the light in his eye begin to dim. “Tell me…… What’s your name?”
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