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Saebyeok was taught that everyone has a Soulmate, his parents were Soulmates, they spoke of threads that connected you to your Soulmate, that it allows you to feel what they feel and even communicate from distances. The only catch was, you had to find your Soulmate first to discover this connection. And Saebyeok thinks he found him. 

Working for an apothecary is where he first met him. He suffered from the same disease as Caesar, violent tremors that consumed the whole body. Saebyeok could save him with is magic, but the apothecary would never let him make medicine. He was there to organize and fetch medicines already made for customers. William was the only one who would stay and talk to him and the more Saebyeok got to know William, the more he was invested in the young man. 

William had a little sister he was taking care of, no parents. He worked all day at a factory, which made Saebyeok worry for the other’s safety, if he were to start convulsing while working he could injure himself or even die. He had a love for the sea. He wanted to sail to see the world, but his sister and sickness kept him on land. So when he did have some free time away from the factory he would take his sibling to the sea, playing along the beach, watching the sun set over the water. William was a pure man that made Saebyeok swoon. 

About six months of knowing each other, Saebyeok finally tells William he can cure his sickness. That he was better than the apothecary, that William would never need medicine again if he just, trusted him. William seemed hesitant, but agreed to let Saebyeok try and cure him of his incurable sickness. 

Meeting his crush at their home he has William lay in bed before giving him a potion that he brew. Nervous and scared, he tells William to close his eyes before his hands start to glow a pale purple almost white color. Hands hovering over the other’s temples, Saebyeok closes his own eyes as he focuses on curing the other’s sickness. 

He’s interrupted in the middle of his focus by William grabbing his wrists. William looks frightened as he bolts upright. Saebyeok is shaking now, eyes wide. He had never helped anyone like this before, never used magic outright like this. 

Get out….GET OUT!

Saebyeok is thrown against the floor by a scared and angry William. Tears are welling up in Saebyeok’s eyes as he looks frightened as well. William opened his eyes, saw magic flow through is hands, and now he was threatening to expose him. His heart was breaking as he scurried across the floor to the door. He tries to plead with William, that he was doing good, that he was curing William, that they were friends. 

How could I be friends with a FREAK?

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[ Six Degrees of Separation ~ The Script Song-Fic | Pairing: Kitten/Jinx ]

There are six degrees of separation.

First, you think that the worst is a broken heart.  It doesn’t really matter how.  Perhaps he didn’t care enough.  Perhaps he betrayed you to fulfill his mission.  In the end, you’re left with a hollow ache in your chest, like you have been ripped apart.  Distraught, angry, and hoping that this is all a bad dream, you pick up the phone with your slender, perfectly manicured hand and dial the number.  An equally pretty hand picks it up on the other hand, and within minutes, you’re in the other girl’s arms.  

Normally, you wouldn’t be caught dead with a gothically dressed witch or a barbie-doll joke of a villain, but it’s this part that’s killing you.  The second part in which you’re torn between rage and hurt, with mascara running down your cheeks.  It’s okay, you don’t have to hide it, not in front of her.  She picks up a wipe and carefully cleans you up, and when you’re done crying and screaming, she fixes your makeup.  

     Maybe if you looked good on the outside, no one will see how you’re breaking apart on the inside.  No one really ever bothered to look beyond the designer clothes or the pretty face anyway.  There’s only one person that knows there’s just another girl seeking for approval beneath the glitter and jewels, and she’s staring at you with all too-knowing eyes.

And third, when your world splits down the middle, you desperately try to find the other half to fill it up.  But there’s no one, and for a moment, you think you’re alone.  But then she pulls out a to-die-for dress, and helps you into it.  Here’s the satin, here are the jewels.  A pair of fancy heels, and you look like a princess again.

A slender arm wraps around you and you’re in the spotlight, in the sun, with crowds shooting you looks of admiration and jealousy.  Millions of faces, and you only care about one.  Somewhere in the sea of people he must be, right?  A squeeze on your arm tries to be reassuring, but its not.  He must be out there, you just missed it.

     He must be.

So fourth, you think you’re okay.  People are falling heads over heels for you.  You’ve fixed yourself, and the gorgeous girl next to you has helped you.  Everything is going to be alright.  Who needs boys anyway?  They’re mean, arrogant, and—

—standing next to another girl.  She has pretty black hair, a yellow shirt, a doll-like expression.  Maybe it’s this fifth part that hurts the worst.  Who is she?  Was she just a rebound?  Had he been cheating on you this entire time?

     { Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup. Don’t make a scene, it’ll show how much you care. }

And then your partner is excusing the two of you, something about another party, and then you’re away from the crowd of cold, uncaring people.  You’re in a bathroom, and the tiles are cold against the backless dress as you slump heavily, staining that perfect skin with black once more.