Love’s Curse
“What’s this marking?” Theo asked quietly, running his fingers across the swirls and stifling a gasp. “Jesus, what the —“
“I don’t know. I don’t care.”
“Quill…”
I didn’t say anything, just pulling my arm away and removing my watch — the article that covered that I could never date Theo.
“Uh, what is that?”
How do you tell someone that you’re not human?
“Sort of a… soulmate thing,” I sighed. “Listen, I, well…”
Theo gave me a curious look, inviting me to continue, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him.
How did you tell your boyfriend that you belonged to someone else — someone you didn’t know and definitely didn’t love — when he’d just told you that he’d do anything for you?
How did you tell the boy you loved that you couldn’t love them, and shouldn’t, when you clearly did anyway?
(and how could my soulmate be a fairy princess when I’m like, extremely gay?)