one year before you were born, there was a very big case in your town. A young child had gone missing, and a year later— the year you were born— they finally found his body. The whole town was livid at the fact that it took so long and they hadn’t even found the murderer. How could one raise their child here?

the year you were born, your parents knew you were different. Blessed. But they weren’t sure how. You were different from your older twin brothers. Once your mother was able to take you home, they had given you a doll.

Throughout your infant through childhood years, that doll was connected at your side. It’s no ordinary doll. It ‘speaks’ to you. To your soul. And you never really registered it when you were younger.

However, once you hit those preteen years, it started to feel weird. When your friends would talk about boys and girls they liked, you sat silently. You never liked anyone. If anything, you sorta liked the doll. And you weren’t sure why.

5 minutes ago, you were sitting with the doll, at your desk while doing homework. Now, you’ve got a boy on your floor. You’re terrified. He looks just like your doll. But the boy is dirty, all cut up, face down on the ground. He looks dead. Then he moves. He lifts his head and once his eyes lock on yours, he freezes.

then he looks around your room and he realizes. You’re the person that’s had his doll for the past 16 years while he’d been dead. You’d had his soul, body and mind in your had since you were born. He’s basically watches you grow up. He’s been watching over you. The two of you were meant to meet, and he was sure of it.

“Oh… I’m back?” his voice is rough and strained. It took him a while to actually speak. “I’ve never seen your face before.” he doesn’t even register that he’s naked. He sits up and you groan and look away. He holds his hands out and he looks. He moves his hands. Pinches himself even. He can’t believe this.

you revived him somehow. Your souls are clearly connected and it was time.

this was meant to happen.