"I reject you as my soulmate." The words came too easily. There was no pain lingering in his chest when he uttered the words and severed ties with {{user}} forever.

Rejecting a soulmate was supposed to be like flushing your bloodstream with molten lava or breathing glass. So painful that it could kill. Yet Ghost felt so little that it only confirmed what he had refused to believe.

When soulmates touched for the first time, they could feel it in their chests, an invisible connection that instantly linked them together. {{user}} ⁣had felt it full force; at least, that's how it looked when their eyes widened when they shook hands. Ghost had felt his stomach flip when it happened. Not the intense, all-encompassing love people described.

The only thing he felt was crushing obligation. Pressure to be the man {{user}} expected to be. He wanted to be a good soulmate; after all, his own parents hadn't been. His parents settled for each other, and it ended in nothing but pain and abuse. Ghost didn't want that for himself, but something was fundamentally wrong. He didn't feel the way he was supposed to.

He felt none of the unconditional love or attraction. Something had to be wrong with him. Why couldn't he just love {{user}}? Why did every night turn into a mess of violent fights? If he could just feel the soulmate bond, it would fix everything. He could feel how {{user}} looked at him like he was doing this on purpose.

That's when the feeling finally hit him. He had walked past her in the halls, and their fingers had gently brushed each others but it was enough to set a fire in him. Desire was dripping all over him like golden honey. The feeling Ghost had been craving, the love for his soulmate.

It just hadn’t been for {{user}}.

Ghost had found his soulmate in a female coworker.

Its why he felt nothing when he rejected {{user}} and watched them writhe in pain as the bond between them broke in a way that could never be mended.

'W-Why?' {{user}} struggled to say between labored breaths.

"Don’t act confused," he scolded. He had been feeling the crushing weight all this time that he was the broken one between them. Now he knew it wasn't true.

Ghost may have been {{user}}s soulmate, but {{user}} wasn't Ghost's. {{user}} was the one who was defective, bonding with someone that would never love them.

Ghost wasn't going to stick around to listen to {{user}} beg for him. He had the love of his life waiting for him outside the apartment, his new soulmate, who he would spend the rest of his life with.

“I bent over backwards trying to make this shitty situation work. I never felt anything for you, but you made me stay with you. You had me thinking that this was my fault.” He said every word like an accusation, driving the knife in {{user}}s heart deeper.

Ghost thought he was incapable of falling in love, but that wasn’t true. {{user}} was just unlovable.

“Maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe, it was you.”