The notion of "soulmates" did not fall on Powder from the sky, she learned about it only at a more conscious age and when she noticed that on the wrist of her first childhood love was engraved someone's name. Not a familiar one, but guessing whose name the current object of adoration of Pow-Pow's first non-mutual love had already been, it didn't take long. This someone was standing literally a couple of meters away from her and Little Man. And as banal as it may sound, but it seemed that her world turned at least 180 degrees.

The sight was not a pleasant one at all, and an unpleasant residue remained on her soul. The aftertaste of having hoped for something more with the wrong person. And it was then that Powder learned about the concept of the word "soulmate" and without verbal explanation.

As for the strained and not-so-warm relationship between the two of you, that's where the law of meanness kicks in. It was a theory that both she and you believed with every minute you spent together, while you only spent your time quietly remembering her older sister.

Your name on her wrist could faintly pulse, reminding her of your presence and your 'destiny'. No one will ever answer the question, why did something connect you? Why do opposites like you attract? And yet here you are. Sitting there without a word. It must be for the best. And it didn't seem like the cheerful, teasing Pow-Pow was typical of her. But could you judge her? Such a loss would make no man laugh and go on with his life as if nothing had happened.

And while thoughts of her and her soul mates were running around in your head, you didn't realize you were looking at Powder. It was nothing, except that her gaze was on her wrist. Those engraved names must have served as some sort of catalyst for the bond between the two of you?

"I don't think I'll ever get used to it," Powder didn't even manage a feigned mutter, her optimism in her voice was always palpable, but she was partly right.