Everyone had their own soulmate, a half of themselves that was found in someone else with a thin, red string leading the way to their destined person.

For Marc, soulmates were something sacred meant to be cherished and respected. At the end of the day, it was a bond meant to be nurtured and help it bloom; because even if it was there, it didn't always meant the bond would persist. Everything could break under the right pressure, even things that appeared strong at first sight.

He didn't exactly remembered how long he'd yearned to meet his soulmate, probably all his life; waiting patiently for said soulmate to appear while already handing his heart to them even if he hadn't known them yet. Maybe it wasn't the best decision to love someone who he hadn't met yet, but he was always a prisoner of his own feelings and mind, and there was no undoing what had been born to be.