(thx for the request, willow :333)

everyone knew, since they were a kid, how you found your soulmate. you'd try to hurt them, but physically wouldn't be able to, intentional or not. by the end of the day, everyone would have little marks from other kids pinching them, trying to find their soulmate

there had been a war going on for a while. you, a soldier, continued to wonder how you were still alive. you brushed it off, staring at another soldier, from the other side, in front of you. he sat on his knees, his helmet in his hand. he panted heavily, so you went for the kill.

surprisingly, he quickly looked up and dodged it. you saw him reach for something before trying to stab you. but he couldn't.

the look of pure horror on his face explained every emotion he was feeling as he sat up and sprinted away.