Byron woke up to fretting parents, lawyers, and doctors.

“They tried to break the bond,” Byron breathed once everyone left the room. 

Henry stood from the armchair.

 He looked tired and clearly lacked sleep.

 “My soulmate,” Byron clarified as if there was any misunderstanding.

 “They really don’t want me, Henry. What the hell am I supposed to do?” he sighed deeply.

The sky was still golden. Sun rose and flooded the city with natural light.

“You shouldn’t overthink it,” Henry said, not really convinced. His mind was blank of excuses, blank of theories, and simply blank.

“I won’t,” Byron nodded. 

He sat up. 

His eyes lingered on his mark. Once...