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Rex wished he knew what happened to his soulmate.
They’d stopped writing to him— or, doodling— months ago now. For the longest time, Rex refused to give up hope— maybe his soulmate was busy, or distracted, or maybe they just kept forgetting.
Eventually, Rex couldn’t deny it anymore. His soulmate was dead.
Rex grieved. He grieved so, so deeply. He hardly knew his soulmate— knew only the shape of the hearts they would draw. It wasn’t fair for the world to rip them away like that, before Rex even had a chance to meet them.
But the world moved on. Life moved on. Even if Rex wanted to scream from the rooftops how unfair it was, he couldn’t.
Camille was nice enough. She felt her family wouldn’t accept her soulmate— a woman named Betty— so she needed a husband for appearance’s sake. Rex was more than happy to step in.
His thigh tingled. All day, it tingled and tingled and burned. The sensation felt familiar, something scratched in the back of his mind, but he was busy. He had villainy to do, damnit.
It was when he was getting ready for bed that he saw it. They were crooked and crude, but they were there.
Little hearts.
Rex’s soulmate was still alive.