Hello Fanfic Friends! So I've had this idea for a while and want to try it out! This is more of a prologue than an actual chapter by the way! Read and review review review! Reviews literally make my day! Love you all!
How can you tell when someone is your soul mate?
Is it the way your heart beats painfully fast? The way you clam up? Maybe how your weak knees shake so painfully fast you have to struggle to stand? Or is it the way their eyes bore into yours until you have to look down at their shoes? Which of course you love, because they're your soulmate.
It would be just easy for someone to come up to you and say, "Hi. We've never met, but we are destined to love each other for all eternity. Lovely weather isn't it?" Pfft, that sounds so cheesy. Destined. Eternity. That sounds like one of those stupid romance novels that inspires thousands of crying girls' Tumblr posts. Like The Fault In Our Stars. Without the Cancer. Or Twilight. Without the creepy Halloween-ness.
I think there's different types of love. Like 'I want to marry you and grow old next to you and laugh and cry more times than either of us can count' love, and then there's the kind of love a mother feels towards her baby. Or rather, the kind of love I feel to Brook. Brooklyn Hanna Fields to be exact. But I can never say her middle name.
It hurts to much.
Sure, Brook became my daughter through a story in which could be turned into a best-selling Blockbuster, but I still love her beyond every word in every language.
But with a soulmate, you don't exactly know like you do when you give birth. A little voice in your head doesn't say "This is your soulmate". A graceful note on graceful parchment doesn't arrive, delivered by graceful doves all Harry-Potter like, with those 4 forbidden words scrawled across the delicate paper
But a little voice in your head does say "Look at those stunning lips". Or "That hair is breathtaking". Or "Listen to that melodic voice". Or even "I want to lovingly and lustfully stare into those almost painfully gorgeous blue eyes, allowing them to put meinto this impossible-to-describe-yet-marvelous trance with their sparkle and twinkle yet with that 'I'm gonna get the job done' determination behind them, until the day my heart stops beating". That's something soulmates do to you. Make you use words like marvelous and use run-on sentences.
But that overly expressive and seemingly never-ending thought is what uninvitedly seared through my unsuspecting mind when I first laid eyes on Hanna Eleanor Marin.
Should I continue? :)