Soulmates couldn't hurt each other.

Everyone knew this. Her soulmate mark had lit up upon meeting Sunday, so... he had to be her soulmate, no? False soulmates were so rare...

And yet, he had beat her up and kicked her out... This was so screwed up.

She curled up under a sakura tree - they were in full bloom, but Firefly could not take time to appreciate them. She wanted to cry.

Pedestrians hurried by, giving her strange looks that she ignored.

Then, she felt it - the same twinge in her stomach, in her core, the first time she had met Sunday. Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked up.

There they were.

{{user}} stood in front of them, their eyes fully on her. On {{user}}'s neck, half-concealed by a necklace, was an identical soulmate mark. And hers had just flared up to, after being dim so long.

So... was Sunday truly her false soulmate...?

She looked up breathlessly, daring to hope.