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Perfect Match (5/?)

This was inspired by this post about soulmates, and after @quite-right-too requested someone write it. I am going to try and write a little bit of this every week and track them through childhood and into teenage years and eventual adulthood.

Thank you very much to @chocolatequeennk​​ for listening to me pitch ideas and for offering her opinions and ideas.

Ten x Rose, Soulmates AU, All Ages

James grew up hearing the legends of soulmates. How two—or three or four or however many—people could find each other by writing messages to each other on their skin, and he spent much of his time imagining himself with a soulmate, someone who would be his perfect match.

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

James was giddy with excitement throughout the forever-long plane ride back to Scotland, where he and his family were due to spent the Christmas holidays. It was only for three weeks, but he would take more Rose time whenever and however he could get it.

When they arrived back at their house, the housekeepers had cleaned, stocked the fridges, and had brought out all of the boxes of Christmas decorations. For the next few days, they worked on decking the halls of the manor, making it as festive as possible.

The smell of pine, cinnamon, and baked goods was a constant in their home, and James loved it. But as excited as he was about the holiday, he still felt a little empty inside. He wished Rose could be there to celebrate with them.

“I wish we could just invite Rose and her mum over for Christmas dinner,” James whined over dinner, and not for the first time, as he buried his pile of uneaten peas under his cold mashed potatoes. “They don’t live that far away!”

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never