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Once upon a time . . .
Okay, nope, that line has been used way too many times to start a story, let alone MY story. Thanks a lot, Disney.
Let's try this again.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away . . .
Nah, why do I feel like that's been used before?
Okay, this is definitely the one!
Well, it began as you might expect, in a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit . . .
Damn it! Why do I feel like that one has been used, too? Plus, I'm a human, not a hobbit.
You know what? Fuck it. I'll do it my own way. The cliche way.
I used to think that love was for children. That finding even one of my Soulmates was a pipe dream. Mostly because there way no way I had a chance in Hell of finding all of them, let alone having more than one of them want me. To share me. That just wasn't done. Wasn't normal. If i was smart, I would give up all hope of being with any of my Soulmates. That's what I told myself to believe anyway. But deep down in my heart, I knew I was lying to myself. Everyone, even me, wants to find their hearts' perfect match, even if I was skeptical of finding them. Having a Soulmate was a gift, one that I really didn't want to throw away. It was knowing that somewhere out there, there was someone that you could love and be loved by in return. It was knowing that there would be someone to come home to after a long and frustrating day at work. Someone to start a family with.
Granted, that doesn't mean that you absolutely have to be with your soulmate or mates. In my opinion, only an idiot would choose that option instead of trusting who the universe chose you to be with. After all that meant giving up your perfect match. So yeah, a morons choice, but hey, what do I know?
It was this deep-seated hope and slight fear of finding just one of my soulmates that, unfortunately, led me to where I was right now. In some crummy, dark, and dirty, back alleyway in Midtown currently being held against an equally as filthy brick wall of some random building. My hands were currently bruising as they were pinned above my head, all while some psycho with a vendetta against single woman out alone at night was holding a knife to my throat.
If this was how I was going to die, I was so not amused.