As far as he could remember, Bryon was taught that soulmates were important. 

He lived all his life for that moment when he would meet them.

 His parents described it as magical. As a child, he had always demanded their story before bedtime. 

Tirelessly, his parents told him the story over and over...and over.

“You still did not find your soulmate?” His father asked over dinner. It was the end of the school year. 

Students went back home and still no sign of the soulmate. 

Byron shrunk under the piercing gaze. “Did you truly look for them?” his father sighed, putting down his spoon. The soup tasted bitter.

“Don’t stress...