Hastily written, plus the prompt was hard to incorporate.
"James," Lily kept saying like a broken record. She couldn't say anything she wanted, so she had to write everything on a whiteboard. She couldn't communicate anything besides her soulmate's name. As a matter of fact, her sister couldn't either. She kept saying, "Vernon. Vernon."
Personally, Lily thought her soulmate's name was better, but she didn't voice it. She couldn't. All she could say was "James."
Until September first.
All he could say was "Lily."
It was a rather pretty name, that's what he thought. His parents say so too. It rolled off his tongue so smoothly.
That's all he could say, but he rather liked saying it.
That is, until September first, when he met the owner of that name.
Woah. So this was her soulmate. He wasn't terrible-looking, he was quite cute. He was tall, lanky, bespectacled, hazel-eyed. He had a long nose, a dazzling smile — quite unnerving.
But what mattered most — she could speak again.
She was quite pretty, he had to admit. She had long, wavy red hair, brilliant, piercing green eyes, and a beautiful smile — she smiled at him, and wow — he was head over heels. She was just — woah.
And her voice was incredible.
"You're really pretty," are the first words out of his mouth.
"Thanks," she said, smiling and blushing red. "You're not so bad."
He was a boy, and therefore had an ego. "Thanks," he said, puffing out his chest. "I'm James, but I reckon you've figured that out by now."
"Of-of course," she said, giggling. "I'm Lily, but that's kind of obvious."
"Well, Lily, I don't know about you, but I have a train to catch. Come with me?" He held out a hand.
She took it.
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Romance Awareness - The only words you can say are your soulmate's name until you meet them
