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Chapter One
[Name] breathed heavily through her nostrils, felt the sudden need to let her mind drift off by the music that filled her ears. A slow and heartfelt harmony filled her heart, she leaned sideways against the glass of the bus and opened her eyes once again. The display that showed itself outside of the bus was something else, beautiful white colored houses - perhaps a few had rose gardens, other gardens were filled with different kinds of flowers. It made the young woman smile softly to herself, something like that was not often found where she had used to live before.
She felt like she was in some kind of Disney movie, where the plot found a place in France.
"Excusez-moi, ce siège est-il pris?" A smooth French voice filled the space that had happened between the shifts of the songs, [Name] yanked her earbuds out and turned her head around. Another young woman stood there, two large blue colored eyes were focused on her. [Name] swallowed, blinked and felt suddenly uncomfortable. Scanned through her brain for something to say, however, how would that help if she did not understand the simple question (she sure hoped it was a question). "Quelque chose ne va pas?" The strange young woman questioned once again, tilted her head slightly to the side and blinked once again. She was certainly waiting for some answers, therefore [Name] swallowed and licked her lips - opened her mouth and spoke out in an attempt of French;
"Je suis désolé, je ne parle pas français." The unknown woman blinked and tilted her head slightly to the left, her eyebrows furrowed down together and it seemed like she tried to understand what [Name] had uttered. Soon after few seconds had passed, she gave a slight nod and turned around - headed off to another empty looking seat, she seated herself beside an elder man that greeted her and returned to his newspaper. [Name] shrunk deeper into the seat, tried to hide and pulled her white colored hoodie over her head. If only a black hole could open up underneath her, swallow her whole she would be more than pleased at the moment. Her cheeks burned, as she plugged her earbuds in her ears once again - [Name] longed for nothing else to return home.
The whole ride felt longer than it should have, as [Name] had not seen the black haired woman step off the bus. Is she not supposed to get off? [Name] cursed at herself the moment she saw her stop coming into view, after a few seconds the bus stopped and [Name] could finally get off the bus - on the outside another stranger stood. However, this person was a young man with blonde hair and two light green colored eyes. He gave a small smile, bowed his head and muttered; "Mademoiselle." [Name] said nothing to that, and as they passed each other - their hands touched for only a slight moment. She yanked her hand to herself, cursed under her breath and kept on going.
However, the young man stopped in his tracks. Turned his head around, two light green colored eyes were focused on the backside of [Name] unknowingly. She walked hurriedly away from the bus stop, wanting to not remember what had happened on the bus. Even though something like that would have happened in her home country, it felt even worse when it was somewhere new and unknown. A sudden feeling of paranoia filled the pit of her stomach, but it seemed to fade away the further away she walked.
Okay, [Name]. Just calm down, she told herself softly, her gaze were focused on the concrete underneath her feet. As the music filled her ears, she could not hear that some hurried footsteps that came from behind. It did not make things easier for the unknown person who tried to get her attention, even when the person tried to call out to her it went unheard. [Name] walked even further, before she felt the sudden feeling of someone standing behind her - she turned around slowly, swallowed and hoped for the best. Yanked the earbuds out from her ear, she was met with two light green colored eyes that were already focused on her from the beginning, [Name] blinked and took one step backward. "S'il vous plaît, n'ayez pas peur," the stranger pleaded with his eyes, however, the words that had escaped his mouth made no sense to her.
Whatever he was trying to tell her, made [Name] unsure of what she should do. She bit down at her lower lip, took another step backward and the pure pained look that covered the stranger's gaze was almost heartbreaking. He looked ready to collapse where he stood, his knees shaking slightly and his breaths came out in pants. Had he run over to her, for what? "I'm sorry," [Name] breathed out, took another step backward - she was almost ready to turn around and sprint away until the stranger suddenly seemed to understand the situation. He gave a slightly breathless nervous laugh, placed his hands on his knees and took a deep breath. But a soft smile was still visible on his features.
"I'm truly sorry for scaring you like that, Miss." His English was almost flawless, as he lifted himself in a straight line and took another deep breath. However, neither of them seemed to know what to do know - [Name] turned her head slightly away, tried to hide her face away and the forming blush that spread across her cheeks. Never in her whole life, nineteen years, had any that handsome ever paid any mind to her - was this some kind of trick? When she looked closer, she could swear that she had seen him before somewhere, but paid no mind to it. It must not be that important then, [Name] told herself, and took a deep breath herself.
"Can I help you of any sort?" She questioned, the stranger took some time to register what she had questioned. And yet the pained look crossed his gaze, but it happened so fast that it had never happened. The young man blinked, mumbled something under his breath and turned his attention towards [Name] once again.
"So you're telling me, that you did not feel it -?" The question went over her head, whatever she had supposed to felt, she did not feel it. They both looked at each other, the stranger suddenly stepped forward and took hold of the sleeve of his suit jacket. It was clear that he worked perhaps in some kind of important business, but why had he even taken the time to run after her in the first place? The longer she thought about it, the more it seemed unreal. To have a handsome man run after her, [Name] [Surname], was something that would never happen before. "Look." His voice cut through her train of thoughts, as she glanced down at his bare wrist she saw two words that spelled out her name - [Name] felt her heart stop.
Her blood ran cold, she shook her head side to side; stepped away from the stranger and pulled the hoodie further down over her face. Her knees felt heavy and her whole body felt numb, the whole thing needed to be a mistake. He needed to check it, perhaps another had the same name and same surname as she did; that needed to only be the reason behind that. She had no soulmate to spend her life with, even when those that were to lose their other half would die slowly from heartache - [Name] would never know how it was to be loved by someone else besides her friends and family.
The day she was born, her mother had been heartbroken when the doctors had explained that her daughter had no marks on her wrist. At first, they thought it was because her soulmate had died an early death, but that made no sense - "No, no." She kept chanting that word to herself over and over again, pressed her palms against her temples and felt her body shake with the sobs that broke through her body. How could she break so easily by something she knew her whole life? Knowing that the handsome man had run out for nothing, he would probably come to dislike her. "Mon amour, please don't cry," the said stranger mumbled softly, kneeled down in front of her. Reached out slowly, and placed his palm on her shoulder.
When she did not turn away from his touch, he wrapped his arms around her - pulled her to his chest, wrapped one arm around her waist and held her there. [Name] then came back to her senses, shook her head and pressed her palms against his chest; she could feel both the soft fabric of the suit jacket and shirt underneath, even his heart that went perhaps a thousand miles per second. Her own heart sped off like a mad train, but closed her eyes and cursed herself for feeling the burning sensation tears filling her eyes. How was she supposed to tell him?
[Name] [Surname] had no soulmate mark.