forum Lost Soulmates - one-on-one {CLOSED<3}

Started August 19, 2018 by @Skylark

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Evan decided to stay in the shop for a while. He knew just how many girls came to Starbucks on November mornings. He rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders to show the tattoo, and sipped his coffee, looking around.

When she heard her name called, Krystal got up and headed over to the counter to get her drink. On her way back to her seat, she spotted a boy with his sleeves rolled up and a tattoo on his shoulder. She made eye contact with him just as she realized exactly what the tattoo was of.

A triangle with a large X cut through it.

Her eyes widened and she immediately turned away and walked as fast as she could without seeming crazy.

Evan saw a girl look at his tattoo and then speed-walk away. His eyebrows furrowed. She had to have had known it to have that reaction. Sliding a bill onto the counter, he took his drink and walked out after her.

Nope nope nope…

Krystal walked even faster, cursing how far her deceivingly close job was. She wove in and out of the crowd, hoping to lose the boy following her. Why did she have to find her soulmate today? Why did she have to find him at all?!

Evan wouldn't give up. Why wasn't she slowing down? He had good eyes, and with that hair, there was no losing her in the crowd. She was nearing a dead end, and she'd have to go somewhere.

Krystal nearly cried with relief when the boutique she worked at came into view. Ducking through the door, she immediately headed for the employee break room, hoping he wouldn't follow.
Dammit, now I'm trapped…

The girl ducked into the break room of a boutique. Puzzled, Evan hid behind some clothing racks, knowing that when she came out, he'd be sure to get her.

After putting her stuff up, putting on her name tag, and waiting a few minutes, Krystal hesitantly peaked out of the break room. Not seeing the guy, she carefully made her way over to some of the racks to tidy them up.

Not wanting to startle her, Evan cleared his throat behind the girl before making a move.

Krystal jumped back and nearly screamed. Her eyes widened when she saw the boy. Her supposed "soulmate."
She began to back away, ready to make a break for the bathroom to lock herself in.

"Hey - wait! Why are you running? I won't hurt you, I swear!" Evan put his hands up.

"Nope, no, nosiree," Krystal muttered, weaving through the racks. "I don't want to talk to you, please leave."

(YAYAYAYA)
"But…" He rolled up his sleeve to show her the triangle with the X. "I think you know what this means."

(I'm oddly proud of myself)

Backing up a couple more steps, Krystal shook her head frantically. "And that is exactly why I want you to leave me alone," she said, hand automatically going to her hip, where her tattoo was located.

(I couldn't find it and I'm a Hufflepuff)
"What? But…" Evan's expression turned to that of a puppy dog (quite unintentionally) and his voice became saddened.

(XD)

"Look, I'm sorry," Krystal said, wrapping her arms around herself and closing her eyes. "But I don't want to be in a relationship with anybody, even my soulmate."

"But then…what am I supposed to do?" Evan got that look when he was about to cry. Despite his tall stature, he was really very fragile.

"I don't know, I don't know," Krystal said, her voice breaking as she kept her eyes scrunched shut. "I just- I just can't. I'm so, so sorry."

Evan turned around and sat behind the counter in silence, a couple tears starting to roll down his cheeks. God, he hated how fragile he was. "Can I at least get your name?" He asked, voice cracking.

"Krystal," she responded softly, still standing in the same place, arms wrapped around herself. "My name is Krystal, and I'm so, so terribly sorry."

"Evan," He replied, not wanting his voice to show the pain on his face. "It's - it's okay." But his tone showed that it was not okay for him.

"Evan," Krystal said softly, as though testing out the word. "It's not you; it has absolutely nothing to do with you… I just- there are things I can't talk about, but I just can't have a relationship." She reached out, as though going to touch his shoulder, but pulls back and turns her head, hiding the tear that slips out of her eye.

"I understand," Evan replies, hiccupping. "It's okay."

"I know it's not," Krystal whispered, her heart cracking. "And I would change it if I could, but I can't. I am so sorry, Evan."

"No - I get it." Evan gets to his feet and makes to walk away. "Nice knowing you, Krystal."

"Wa-wait!" Krystal said suddenly, unexpectedly going over and touching his shoulder, right where the tattoo was. "C-can I have your number?" she asked. "So if- if things ever change for me, I can find you."

Evan's tear-streaked face lights up a little bit. "Y-yeah," He hiccups. "Where's your phone?"

Krystal pulls her phone out of her skirt pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to him. "I don't know when or if I'll ever contact you," she said softly, afraid of getting his hopes up.

"I, I k-know." He makes a contact for himself and hands the phone back to her. "I'll be going, then." The less attention you pay to her, the less you'll grieve, He thought.