~Prolouge~

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"What the fuck is going on here?" I muttered. I watched in pain as a new scar formed on my wrist, joining the many others. I was never the one selfharming, my soulmate was.

In our sick, twisted world, whatever you did, your soul mate felt it. If you felt guilty from cheating, your soulmate would feel guilty. If you got punched in the stomach, your soulmate felt it.

So, if your soulmate self-harmed, it would look like you did too. I lifted my coffee cup up to my lips, but another searing pain stopped me. I pulled my sleeve up, to see three new bloody lines jaggedly written across my skin. I sighed, and pulled my sleeve back down.

They would clean it up soon, they always do.

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