She was walking towards him. Radiant smile, glowing eyes, silky hair. In his eyes: perfection.
He walked towards her. Wide grin, eyes lit, thick black hair. In her eyes: love.
Two desperate souls, needing each other.
To her, it felt like years since they'd met. To him, decades.
He broke into a run, feeling lighter than air.
She met him halfway there, almost flying.
They embraced, together at last, possibly forever.
This was love. True love.
The term "soulmates" could never have been more appropriate.
In her mind, there was no doubt: they were meant for each other.
In his mind, he felt only happiness.
Together. Forever. At last.
All of a sudden, the air changed.
What had been love, turned to destruction.
She was torn from his arms, eyes wide with fear.
He desperately tried to get her back, heart filling with drea.d.
No, not now, not ever.
Not after they'd been so much.
But it was too late.
She drifted away…far away.
Tears in both of their eyes.
Please, no, not now…
Each soul ripped from the other.
To be always incomplete.
Never together. Forever.
Tears poured from his eyes.
He sank to his knees.
Heartsick.
Broken.
Desperate.
As was his soul.
Neal woke with a start. He was tangled in the sheets, hair matted and tangled. At first, he couldn't remember why he had been brought to consciousness so abruptly.
But then he did.
He collapsed back onto the bed, shaking with fresh grief and pain.
It was not fair. She was too young…to young to go.
He desperately wanted her back. His soul wasn't complete.
But in the end, that's what they all were, weren't they?
Desperate souls, searching to be complete.