Soulmate Killer

Children age until they reach age eighteen. After that, they must find their soulmate.
But what if you never meet your soulmate? What if you make sure you'll never have to see your soulmate.
What if you kill your soulmate?

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9. Don't

We meet at the park. It's late. I don't know how late. I don't care how late. Late enough.

He's so cute. It's a shame.

I don't have to do it.

But if I don't I'll have to die.

I'm not going to die.

"You're right," he says, he's sitting on another bench (deeper in the woods.) He's looking up at the stars. His eyes are glimmering. "It is beautiful here at night."

I sit next to him and smile. "It really is."

"It's just very dark. Do you have a flashlight?"

"Ah, no sorry," I answer (of course I have a flashlight,) "I forgot my phone at home, too," (it's in my back pocket.)

"I did too," good, "But the darkness is nice. It's peaceful. It's like it's only you and me here."

I smile and look up at the stars. "Well, it is only us here."

"Yeah." He's looking at me. Does he want me to kiss him? I don't do that kind of thing. Too much emotional attachment.

He leans in. I fill the gap between our lips, without thinking. I put my hand gently on the back of his neck.

I could do something now. He's vulnerable.

We split apart.

I giggle and run my hand through his hair. He's blushing. I think he has been but I wasn't close enough to tell in the darkness.

"Is that what it feels like to kiss your soulmate?" he whispers.

"I hope so," I whisper back, "Because I want to do that again."

I kiss him again.

Emotional attachment.

I need to stop but I don't because I can't.

He's grinning when we separate. I smile because he is.

I remember my plan. There are so many different ways this could go.

I could just stab him. It's quicker if I do it right in the heart but the back is easier. I just have to hug him.

I don't even have to. He hugs me.

"I love you," he says.

My knife is in my other back pocket. I slide it out silently and hold it up to his back.

My hand is shaking.

I can't.

Just do it. Just do it.

Something in my brain is holding me back. I can't do it. I couldn't hurt him, let alone murder him.

I open my eyes and look around. The bench is next to a fence. There's some kind of body of water over the fence.

I hold my breath and throw the knife. I try to move as little of my body as possible. It just seems like I'm shifting.

The knife splashes into the water.

"I love you too," I choke out. I didn't even realize I was crying.

Papyrus moves his hands to my shoulders.

"Are you okay? Why are you crying?"

I shake my head. "It's nothing."

"That's not true."

"You wouldn't love me if I told you."

He frowns. "I don't understand. You're my soulmate. I have to love you."

I laugh. "You're right. You don't understand," I start crying more, "I'm crazy."

"Tell me."

"I shouldn't."

"Tell me."

"I know the answer to your question about your uncle."

"What?"

"Your uncle's boyfriend is the same age as he was. You only age when you're with your soulmate. When they die, you stop."

"How did you-"

"How did your uncle die?"

"He was sick."

I shake my head. "Who told you that?"

"My brother."

"He wasn't. He was killed."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Papyrus. I killed your uncle."

"What?"

I take a deep breath and nod.

"I- god, what? Were you going to... kill me?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Wow."

"I'm not going to. I know you can't believe me and you'd never understand why I did it but I'm not going to kill you."

"I think I get it."

"What?"

"You're scared, just like you told me earlier, you're scared of the uncertainty of death. I get it. I've never met anyone who was so terribly afraid that they would take someone else's life but that's what it is. You're so scared of death that you would kill someone the universe wants you to be with just to avoid it," he takes my hands, "The universe isn't against you. It doesn't want you to die, it wants you to be happy. There's no excitement in a life the lasts forever, is there?"

I shrug.

"I know you're scared but I'll be here with you. Everything will be okay."

I smile. I'm crying. I can't tell if it's because I'm scared or because I'm happy.

"You're so sweet. I just tried to kill you but you still trust me and you just want me to be happy."

"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"

"I suppose, but that means that I am too and I haven't been," I place my hand on the side of his face softly, "I love you. I can't just throw you away for my own life. I'm supposed to be able to make you happy."

He smiles softly. "You do."

He kisses me and I kiss back and I don't worry about getting attached because I am.

I'm weak. I'm not supposed to fall in love.

But I did and I'm not letting go now.

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