"No, this cant be happening." An old, frail lady ran her hands through her grease filled hair, pacing around the small cottage she lived in.
She raced over to a large pot in the center of the room, gazing deep into the water for the tenth time that night.
"Well I'll be.." the lady laughed, "after all these years, she finally showed up."
The lady waved her hand over the water and walked to the chair just a few feet away, sitting down with a grunt.
"His soulmate is beautiful." She smiled, fixing her glasses.
"It almost makes me feel guilty for what I'm about to do."