AN: Wow! A new story (finally)! Bear with me on this one, since it might not be updated as quickly as my others were (school, rehersals for a play, a part-time job, and trying to have a social life are things taking up most of my time these days). But I think it'll be interesting, at least. Guess which bohemians these are (it shouldn't be too hard).
---Maybe 'soulmates' is too strong a word to describe a relationship like ours, but that's what we were. We complimented each other so well. I guess that's what happens when you've known someone your entire life.
Even my earliest memories involve her in some way. My first time on a swing, learning to ride a bike, even my first day of school. I don't recall actually meeting her...she was always there, like she materialized because I needed her. Although in our story, it's hard to say who needed the other more.
Unfortunately, that story came to an end.
When we were children, she promised we'd be together forever; until the day we died. She kept that promise, whether she knew it or not. Because when I opened the bathroom door that day, I died too.