"Are you doing alright, Yale?" Lucille asked, turning from the front seat to us. "If you feel like throwing up, tell us so that we can slow down and stop at the side of the road."
"I'm alright." I lied, pressing my throbbing temples as every inch of my body hurt with every little movement I made. "Don't worry about me."
"As wonderful as it feels when we are able to have partners that feel everything we feel, including the pains that spread through our body." Lucille continued, giving me a pitying look. "Most of the time, it really feels more like a curse than a blessing."
She is not wrong. Though I do not want to admit it. After that explosion, that we still have no idea about what caused it, our souls split into two. So to say.
So soul mates have a completely new meaning when it comes to us. Our literal other half. Just like Zion and I are the halves of each other.
