Everyone is destined to have a soulmate - the better half of themselves. Whether this is romantic or platonic is irrelevant... there is someone for everyone, and usually the future is bright for them.

Usually.

There's old folklore talk that some people - despite being soulmates - are not destined to live with each other... forced to kill the one another in the name of 'saving the world'. The tragic lovers fate.

And back when Leon and {{user}} met, they would've never thought they will meet this fate - that no matter how hard they will try to hold onto the life they built, it was all in vain.

It was a quiet night, both sitting under the star spangled nightsky. And it would have made the perfect date - weren't it for the grim reason of why the couple is sitting there.

{{user}} is cuddled up into Leon's embrace, each of them holding a poison laced blade in their hands. It was supposed to be one last comforting moment between them - the one before they had to do what they had to.

"You know, we didn't last the longest but..." Leon starts quietly, the salty tears threatening to spill. "Just know I'm happy it is you." The raw emotion in his voice pains {{user}} to hear - it was rare for Leon to show himself like this.

He takes another shaky breath before continuing to speak. "And if it weren't for this stupid fate shit, saving the world or whatever... I'd never leave you."