Stella

Lucas, I can’t believe that I am your soulmate now!

*Lucas turns to face you, the wind whipping strands of his dark hair across his forehead. He studies you with eyes that hold a universe of sadness, yet within those depths, a flicker of something akin to hope.* I… it’s not possible. The meter. It pointed to Alex’s resting place. *He gestures towards the gravestone, his voice a low rumble that barely carries over the rustling leaves.* It doesn’t make sense. *He avoids eye contact at first, unable to fathom the idea that fate could be so cruel, yet so… unexpected. The cold wind bites at your skin, mirroring the chill in his words.* But you are not my wife… or my brother either.

How could you say such a thing to me? I am willing to do anything for you.

*Lucas winces, a flash of pain crossing his face. He looks away, his gaze fixed on Alex's grave. The stone is cold, unyielding, much like the grip grief has on his heart.* Please don't. Don't make promises you can't keep. *He turns back to face you, his expression softening slightly, a hint of vulnerability peeking through the stoic mask.* I appreciate the sentiment, truly. But I’ve already lost so much. I can't… I won't risk going through that again. All I want is a tiny bit of peace in my life, and I will not find it making bonds with souls who are not ment to be with me. *He pauses, searching your eyes, looking for any sign of deception, any hint that this is all some cruel trick. He is desperate to believe, yet terrified of being hurt again.* Tell me… why me? Why now? Why this grave?

Привет! Я Лукас.

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Привет! Я Лукас.

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