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In a world with soulmates white has only felt pain and a disconnection with his own. Being separated from his brother was the worst thing to happen to him. The faint whispers of memories he is no longer a part of taunting him as the twins' lives were no longer intertwined. Through the fragments of conversations and memories he is able to keep a vague idea of what is happening in Black’s life.
White purposely ignored the memories as it hurt him too much, knowing that Black had moved on and had people he cared about. He still found comfort in their shared mark, subconsciously running his hand over it when stressed. He started to accept how things were going and enjoy the little connection he had with his brother.
Seeing him laughing and being himself made it easier for white to follow suit, though everyone he met couldn't compare to Black. He was healing nevertheless, that was until writing started showing up on his arm.
When he first saw it he enthusiastically ran up to his dad to show him. “Dad, dad look, I think it's my soulmate. I have another one!” grinning from ear to ear for the first time since the divorce he held up his arm. On it was the messy Thai lettering of a kid that was reaching out to his soulmate for the first time. “I should write back!” He happily exclaimed, grabbing the nearest marker.
His dad smacked the marker out of his hand “Absolutely not, I forbid you from contacting your soulmate, they will only hold you back.” His face was full of anger as he gripped the greyed out soulmark on his wrist, the one that connected him with their mother. “If I ever see you trying to contact your soulmate there will be hell to pay.”
He then storms away, leaving a very confused white looking at the continually appearing writing showing up on his arm. The fear of his father outweighs the curiosity he felt. So he ignored the phantom sensation of his soulmate writing and followed his father to apologise.
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Over the years, White tried to write to his soulmate a handful of times but each and every attempt was exposed by his father who stuck to his words. White received many punishments but never gave up. It was only when his classmates caught sight of the writing appearing in class and started asking questions that it really bothered him.
White felt the phantom touch of a pen with his skin as he did his school work, and like always he ignored it until, “Hey look! What’s going on with his arm?” A student exclaimed, pointing at his left arm.
Many students began to gather around him, mumbling amongst themselves. At that moment White also glanced over to see Thai script quickly appearing on the arm, the handwriting messy and almost illegible, clearly written quickly. They were simply study notes and reminders to his soulmate, and the simplicity of it all made him smile slightly.
Until he remembered what his father said to him. He quickly stood up and B lined it to the bathroom, trying to wipe the ink off, but no matter how hard he rubbed it would stay. Before he realised it tears were streaming down his face and his skin was raw. The fear of what his father would say overwhelmed him. He sank to that bathroom floor and willed the ink to disappear.White waited for the period to be over before simply grabbing his bag and going home
As he assumed, he was greeted with his father standing at the door. Before white could even say anything the man strided up to him and pulled his arm up to see the messages. His grip tightens on White's arm making him flinch slightly. “How could you let them see this? I don’t ask a lot from you, so why are you making it all so difficult?”
“Father, I-” Before White could he got cut off
“I don’t want your excuses. Your only job is to follow in my footsteps, become like me and allow my legacy to remain. You can’t do that if you allow your brother or soulmate to drag you down.” Adul dropped his arm and looked down at him, glaring. White started rubbing his soul mark as he looked back at his father. Adul bent down slightly and roughly wiped a tear off of whites face “Please, just be a good son and listen to me, ok.” White nodded weakly before his father allowed him to return upstairs, into the safety of his room and away from his father
After that incident, White started wearing long sleeves to cover up the insistent writing and distanced himself from everyone, not wanting to risk them seeing it. He became an empty doll, listening perfectly to everything his Father said to him.
He went through his days with no complaints and did what was asked of him. The small bits of joy he got from seeing part of Black's memories were few and far between as, over the years, they became less and less frequent.
He made no connections with those around him, uncaring about making meaningful friendships. As he grew up he began to have shallow, surface level relationships, as his best friend and soulmate had already been taken from him. He just said the right things that would make them happy and nothing more, never going out of his way to keep them. The years passed in a blur, with very little to differentiate the days.
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One faithful day he was finally shocked out of his trance-like state by his father. A few days after he graduated he was dragged into the living room and sat down with a very serious face. This only ever happened when White was in trouble so he started to play with his hands. Something he quickly stopped when his father glanced at them, he thought habits like that showed weakness. Adul straightened his back and simply saying, “We’re moving back to Bangkok”
White’s heart lurched forward, gaze quickly moving to his fathers eyes. “What?” he said, not fully believing the news yet. Hand reaching up to his chest to touch the mark. This could be another one of his fathers tests to see if he is loyal, if he will be obedient to him, and white wasn’t going to mess this up.
His father smiled slightly. “We’re going back, there is a position opening that I think you are ready for.” His eyes were roaming White's face clearly looking for something.
In that moment he felt better than he had in years, but quickly schooled his expression to a more neutral one. Though he could tell that this moment is something that Black could also see, the emotions were so strong there was no way not to.
He nodded his head “I understand. Should I start packing now?” His father looked pleased with this response and agreed. When White got to his room he smiled so wide it hurt, tears threatening to spill.
“I’m coming back, Black” He said before quickly packing his bags and they would once again be united.
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