Things had changed.
People didn’t look for love anymore.
They were just not interested. Because that meant ageing. And no one wanted to die
The air was refreshing.
Something about the graveyard made you appreciate everything about life, you know.
Even the crappy stuff. Like Love.
Julia scraped dirt off her mother’s headstone. It’s been fifteen years she died, her dad fifteen years one day, lol. Even death couldn’t keep them apart.
She was 18 when her parents died.
Fifteen years later and she was still eighteen.
Because everyone thought the idea of finding your soulmate was absurd.
But the idea saddened her. What is the point of life if you never get to feel the magic of Love?
Everyone thought she was crazy, they would rather live a thousand years of bland mediocre emotions than feel love with depth deeper than the oceans, stronger than the indian Tsunami but for a limited number of years.
Nope, they’d rather live forever, Because loving meant dying, at some point, and death wasn’t something people liked to think about. Except people like her parents.
“Hey” She turned and she could swear she felt her soul age. “Haha, look who’s in a hurry to die”she chuckled to herself.
“Mum?” he had interesting blue eyes, Like he had lived through 10 decades.
“I’m sorry” His tone was laced with sadness.
“Nah, they lived more than any dumb ass out there”
It was his time to chuckle. “I think everyone lying 6 feet did”
“why aren’t you?”
“’cause I’ve never been given the chance to choose”
They were sitting now, somewhere between Love and Death.
She could have chosen to walk away and live the rest of her life without ageing a day.
But that wouldn’t be living.
Sitting right here, beside her parents gravestone with the cute blue eyed boy, talking about life and love and choosing death, that was living.
She had never felt more alive.
Each time soulmates met, they transit into the mortal world.
Now death can touch them.
Love will ignite in them a burning furnace of fire.
That fire will be worth more than a thousand years.