AN: Now I know people want me to continue Soul Mates but this got stuck in my head one day and I just had to write it.
Obviously I don't own anything. Just messing around in the verse. Enjoy.
Find a safe place he says. A place inside your mind that no one can get to. A place where you know that you'll never be hurt.
Easy enough, she thinks. Home. Home is safe.
Home is the place where she doesn't have to worry about other's expectations. The place where she can relax and be herself.
But that's not the reason she picks it. She was just relaxing the other day on a beach made with purple sand. Relaxation is a key aspect but not the focal point.
So what is your focal point her mind asks? A very good question she replies to herself. But not one that is easily answered.
No, you see, he never asked for a relaxing place. He asked for a safe place. And being able to relax is not what makes her home safe. In fact even as she asks herself the question she can not give a straight answer.
Maybe it's because she knows how impenetrable it is. Not even the hordes of Genghis Kan can get through those doors he said. Well those doors have past that test multiple times since she got there, with flying colors too.
But no it's not that either. Impenetrable walls only go so far, and sounds more like a prison than a home. So she thinks about what it would be like if she didn't have a home to go to.
She thinks about all the little things she would miss. There's the obvious things. Like constant hot water and an entire world at her fingertips whenever she feels like it. But then there are things like the comfort foods that appear at her bedside table any time she's had a bad day. Or the different smells that flood her room to fit her mood. Not to mention she doesn't think she'll last anywhere long enough if she doesn't have the walls humming in the background to lull her to sleep.
Even with all of that though, it doesn't seem complete. And she has no idea why. She has her place, she has her objects and noises and scents. So what else is left? What is missing from her home?
Even as he squeezes her fingers she has figured out her answer.
Ready? He asks.
She squeezes back and gives an answering smile to the last piece of her puzzle.
Always.
