Daeva George

It hurts so bad, it's like she took a knife and carved out a piece of my soul. 

~

Roughly she grabbed my wrist and yanked me into her car. I didn't protest though I should've. 

She slammed on the gas and sped to the courthouse. As she drove I begged her to reconsider, but she wouldn't listen. 

"Are you sure you wish to sever this soul bond?" the official inquired and my soulmate gave a firm nod. The official looked to me and raised an eyebrow. She sharply elbowed me, pushing me to nod in agreement. 

"Unlock the soul knife we have a couple here who'd like to sever," the official ordered as he led us into a back room. 

I watched helplessly as the guard unlocked the safe and pulled out the blade. 

"I'll go first," my soulmate stated, snatching the soul knife. As she held it both our souls started glowing a bright blue. Looking down I saw her piece was a darker shade and in the center of my chest. 

In that moment I realized I never even got her name. 

"I reject you wholly and willingly. With this knife I take back the piece of my soul within you." 

 Before I could react she surged forward and dug the knife into my chest. 

The blade didn't pierce my flesh, it gouged my soul. 

The shock left me standing utterly still as she carved away a fragment of my soul, the piece of her that I was born with. Not a second later I started screeching as the pain hit me. She didn't flinch, just yanked the jagged piece of her soul from mine. I staggered, collapsing to the floor my glow completely dimmed. 

"To ease the pain you must take back your piece," the official instructed and reached for the soul knife. 

My soulmates plunged the soul knife into the officials chest and then slashed the guard. 

"Nothing personal dear soul," she taunted heartlessly and stalked out. 

~

Whimpering I press a hand over my chest, begging for it to stop hurting. 

"Make it stop," I plead, tears drenching my cheeks.

"Why?!" I wail and claw are my skin. "Why did I nod?!"

Sever, it's such a a perfect description for what happened. She didn't just reject me, she severed away a part of me. 

The pain is crushing on my lungs. My strength is waning. I cannot standing this much longer. 

This torture will never cease, there's no medicine for sicknesses of the soul. I must suffer this until I die, which can only be minutes more. 

"Her name," I manage to breathe out, just aboveboard a whisper. Even in the wake of her desolation I still desire to know her name. 

"What?" 

"Her name," I choke out. I know I won't be here any longer, I must know her name. 

"Daeva George." 

"Daeva." 

At least now I know the name of the person who so cruelly rejected me, who killed me.