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Vestara sat bolt upright in bed, panting, eyes wild with fear and pain and rage. Someone was hurting him. Someone was hurting her soulmate.
All her life she had lived with sharing her head, Vestara had never once felt anything from him this strongly. Her arms stiffened, and she stifled a sob. Acid ran through her veins, venom pumped from her heart. Anger familiar, yet foreign welled up inside her and for a moment Vestara could feel fingers on her chin, squeezing too tightly paired with the sight of a fair-skinned man with dark-sider orange eyes. Then it was gone. Everything was gone.
Tears welled up in Vestara’s eyes. She felt horribly, sickeningly empty. Completely alone for the first time in her life as the names on her wrists faded to the colour of an old scar.
