Aon

My Soul Twin was Michael Killian. A Legion. A man that has killed many of my men. It felt like something impaled my heart, jerking something out and putting something else into its place. I felt venom pull in my mouth, curse words I never thought I’d say began to trickle into my mouth and stir inside my stomach.

“You’re not my Soul Twin.” I rejected instantly, causing him to frown. “Don’t even associate me as a part of you, you low life piece of scum. I don’t care how the laws are written or if we were born with souls that are linked. You are and will never be a part of my soul. I’d rather die than think of myself to stoop so low as to even remotely care or think about you. You can rot in a cell for eternity and burn in hell for what you have done. You will only be bones among the rust and rubble before I think of you again.”

I trembled in rage as he peered at me solemnly while wiping his mouth again.

“Done, sweetie? Or would you like to drag another dagger through my soul?”

“I hate you.” I spat.

His mouth curled up into a smirk that instantly made me cringe.

“Ah, you hate me? But you see, sweetie, the opposite of loving me, would not be hate; as someone had once said, it would be indifference. To hate me would be a strong passion, and to have that much passion would mean you care, for love and hate is a passion shared strongly.”

“Then I am indifferent to you.” I growled.

“You sound it.”