Soulmates… what a silly concept to Arthur… that someone out there was perfect for him, someone made to match him, that he was made to be someone’s perfect match, someone’s husband, someone’s best friend… the idea was so foreign… Everyone told him it’d happen when it did, that’d he’d meet his soulmate when he did and that all he needed to do was wait… Arthur didn’t believe that, he didn’t believe that she’d just fall into his lap. It’d just happen… surely it didn’t work that way…

Part of him never wanted to find her. He’d seen what losing your soulmate did to a man, how Hosea mourned so deeply. For awhile Arthur was anxious he’d lose him in his sleep, dying of heartbreak was very real and very depressing. He sat under a tree, sketchbook propped open… He knew her face, but he didn’t. It was like when you forgot your dream right after having it. Arthur stared at the blank face, trying to get her eyes right, yet he couldn’t… he couldn’t do it… Getting frustrated, he shut his sketchbook, looking towards the horizon. The unique thing was that one could have the chance to feel their soulmates pain, their presence, their emotions. Some even reported seeing a string that connected them.