Soulmates Who Weren’t Meant To Be

I CLOSED MY eyes and breathed in the cold night breeze. The light blow of the wind messed with my long slightly waved hair. I tucked them behind my ears as I opened my eyes to stare at the night sky and watch as it seemingly gets darker and darker.I played with the sand touching my feet, listening to the sound of waves. I'm gonna miss the beach. Summer is officially over and school's gonna start in 2 days. "Happy birthday, princess." I turned my back when I heard someone greet me. Blake Cooper, my best friend. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. Our parents are also close friends so we grew up together, making it easy for us to be best friends. "Thank you, for the nth time." I said and chuckled. I feel like he’s been wishing me a happy birthday nonstop. In fact, he’s been greeting me yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and the day before the day before yesterday. I think he’s more excited about my birthday than I am.

“Hey, why did you ask to meet me yesterday?”“H-Huh?” I’m with Blake and Carter today, we’re hanging at Margaux’s house. “Last night. You asked to meet me at Brown Brick, remember?” He asked me, looking confused as to why I do not remember that I texted him.“Ah, yes. Don’t worry about it, it’s not important.” I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, remembering the night I had. Asher is a nice guy, I had lots of fun talking with him over coffee. Maybe I should come over again some other time? We could have a real meal instead of just drinks and talk about something fun, not just our problems. It’s a great way to get to know each other more. “Really? It sounded urgent, though.” He said and took out his phone, probably to read my text again.“Maybe she just missed you.” Carter joined in th

“Good night.”“Good night.”Asher walked me home. He greeted me good night, so I did too. I stayed on our front door first and waited for him to leave, which he insisted at first because he wanted me to go inside befote he leaves, but then he realized it was stupid that both of us were waiting on who’s leaving first. I went inside the house with a smile on my face. It was a lovely day, and Asher definitely made my night. I enjoy being around him. I’ve only known him for a few days and basically hung out with him twice only, but I really feel comfortable when I’m with him. I’m glad I was at the cafe that night, otherwise I never would’ve met him the way I did. “Where were you, young lady?” I was startled when mom suddenly spoke from behind me. “M-mom. Hi. How long have you been there?” Did she see me smiling like crazy? I hope she doesn’t ask more questions! I wasn’t expecting her to be home, since she always gets home quite late. “For a while. Where

“You read my note.” I said and bit my lips, feeling shy as to why I said that and why I wrote a note in the first place. “I did.”We both had stopped dancing, but our hands were still together, his arm still around my waist, and my other hand still on his shoulder. He let go of my hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and he stared deeply into my hazel eyes. I could feel my chest pounding, if I can try to make my heart stop beating so fast and loud, I would because I’m embarrassed to think he could feel it skipping a beat, considering how close our bodies are.Without saying anything, he let go of me and took a few steps back, distancing himself. I, on the other hand, remained frozen. “Do you, uh, do you want to go inside?” He stuttered, I just nodded as a reply.We both walked towards the cafe and he opened the door for me, which I thought was kind of sweet. When we were inside, he stopped walking and looked as if he wa

“You did what!?” Margaux yelled at me. I am currently in her room right now, giving her an update of the crazy things that happened to me recently. “I slept with Asher.” I said again, and she gave me a shocked face, and I just realized how wrong that sounded. “Not slept as in I slept with him, I just slept in his bed, in his apartment. And yes, he was there too, but he moved to the couch so we weren’t actually in bed together.”“So… nothing happened?” She said while still having an eyebrow raised, as if what I’m saying is unbelievable.“Nothing happened.”“As in no romantic things happened? Romantic gestures? He didn’t touch you in any way? Didn’t say anything flirty?” She moved closer to me and smirked, looking like she’s enjoying this. “Oh my God, stop it, Margaux! Nothing happened, okay? We were just friends, and I slept there by accident.” I bit my lower lip as I thought of the things that hap