Their souls thrummed in sync, always on the same wavelength. They were always in harmony, always parallel.
The way their lips felt pressed together, the way they knew what the other wanted, was something Tripp would never forget. It was a series of actions and reactions, both of them riding on the same wave.
They crashed back into reality when one was without the other. But in each other's presence, they felt the comfort, souls finally at peace because they had finally found someone in sync with them.
Arms wrapped tightly around each other, they knew they were lucky. They had found someone who thrummed at the same frequency, someone who just understood without explanation.
Some people referred to them as a bad pair, but they saw each other for what they truly were, parallel, equal. Soul mates.