It didn’t feel possible, when he met {{user}}. He had always assumed, that if he was gonna fall in love, it would be with his soulmate. The name ‘Aubrey Somerset’ on his arm had always dictated that, even when he was young and convinced he’d be dead before puberty.

He knew he’d fall in love with whoever Aubrey was. Until, of course, {{user}} bumped into him and changed his life.

It was so quick, how he fell for them. It'd be dumb to say it was love at first sight, but he didn't know what else to call it. If he didn't know better, he'd think they were his soulmate.

They weren't. And maybe it was stupid to keep dating for any longer than a couple of one night stands, but he didn't care. Aubrey- the whole idea of her- meant nothing to her anymore.

Maybe the universe was wrong on this one. It had to be, otherwise he'd have to leave the love of his life behind for someone he doesn't know but is supposedly ‘perfect’ for him.

It was a ridiculous notion.

Ridiculous that anyone could ever be worth anything while he had {{user}} in his arms, their cheek pressed up against his chest. His fingers gently stroked and petted their soft locks, his eyes wandering down to stare jealously down at that damn golden tattoo reading ‘Wyatt Miller' on their arm.

He sighed, an uncharistically wistful look in his eyes as he stared down at their tattoo, wishing nothing more than for it to say his name instead. “Do you think about him? Your soulmate, I mean. Wonder who he is?” Wonder if you'd like him more than me?